The Armchair Afterthought...

Of course Marie was no criminal. Still, I believe that within her rests a beast capable of the most chilling possibilities. Why, look at the way she looks at me from across the plume of her cigarette smoke! I fear it is reprisal she seeks – reprisal for my inabilities to provide her a life to her standards. Am I to blame for this dearth… this botched attempt to meet her requirements?

I should think not, but what say she? She understands me, loves me, and mothers our children unconditionally. She dresses for supper, laughs at my stories, and always pats the back of my hand out of the blue! In fact, she just made me my gin and tonic – with lemon, no lime – exactly the way I like it! I feel strange, but I feel as if I’m overreacting. It must be the gin… there’s something in this gin. This is not right – I don’t feel right at all. I am not quite……..