MRS. ELIZABETH YOUNG, better known as Lizzie Mae amongst her family and friends,
caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and wondered if her flannel pajamas,
face crème, and sponge rolled hair were the reasons that her cheating husband
stayed out late every night. “So where have you been?” She asked, looking at the
clock. It was a quarter past nine.
Reverend William Young frowned. “You know where I’ve been. I’ve been at the
church.”
“…With her?” She asked, accusingly.
He shook his head. “Don’t start. I’m not in the mood.”
“And I am? I’ve been cooking, cleaning, doing homework, and braiding the girls
hair since the kids came home this afternoon at three o’clock!”
He quickly took his jacket off and tossed it on the couch. “Well, what can I do
to help?”
“You can start by picking that up. I just straightened up in here.”
He grabbed the jacket off the couch and hung it in the hall closet. “What else
can I do?”
She rolled her eyes and headed towards the kitchen. He followed her. There was a
pile of dishes in the sink. “Do you want me to wash them?”
“Suit yourself. I have to go clean out the tub.”
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