piece of printer paper off the computer desk and folded it up. Then she unfold ed the paper and pretended to read.
"For this challenge, you must channel your inner lioness…"
Lisa was interrupted by a super loud THUMP on the basement window.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" she screamed.
One thing was for sure.
It wasn't a beetle.
CHAPTER SIX
Mimi and Roger, who lived three houses down the block from Andrea in the Shady Oaks development, were just finishing up a late dinner.
Roger had prepared hamburgers on the grill which he served on pretzel buns ( okay , so he was copying Wendy's ). He also whipped up some delicious doctored-up Bush’s baked beans for a side dish, loaded with molasses and brown sugar.
Roger had been at the job-site late, trying to get all the last minute work done on the A.T.&T. conference room job. Dealing with his cranky and complaining crew was a whole other job, in and of itsel f. He was the project manager for an up and coming millwork company called Mighty Millwork. Right now , they were on fire; scoring the biggest jobs in Chicago and the surrounding suburbs, known as "Chicago Land."
He was making good money which was a godsend since his wife Mimi couldn't seem to get a job. Roger and Mimi had not even been married a year. They were really still newlyweds. Although, in Roger's opinion, they sure didn't act the part. Well...he did. But his wife was so incredibly insecure.
Roger had found his wife’s insecurity endearing...at first. But now he was growing weary of it, which didn't bode well for the long term success of their marriage.
This should have been a lovely evening. The humidity of the day had lifted, leaving a nice refreshing breeze in its wake. The white Christmas lights were plugged in, granting the small deck a festive appearance .
The food Roger prepared was fantastic (if he did say so himself, and damn it, he did)! Money was beginning to pour in. He hadn't even gone for his usual evening jog so he could spend more time with his perpetually unhappy wife.
Roger watched Mimi angrily stab at a bean with her fork. Her eyes looked dark and ominous, as usual. Roger attempted conversation.
"What did you do today?" he asked, leaning back in his patio chair.
In his mind, Roger thought of the nice outdoor furniture at Lowe's he wanted to buy to replace this old recycled crap. There were so many things he wanted to do. Paint the living room... install granite counter tops in the kitchen...build a gazebo and a fire-pit... plant some more trees... install a nice bar and pool table in the basement.....if only Mimi would get on board with their life.
"Why do you want to know?" Mimi asked defensively.
In truth, Roger wanted to know because it seemed like Mimi did absolutely nothing all day. Here he was working his ass off... then he had to come home and fix dinner on top of that.
And where was his wife every day when he came home? Locked in the damn bathroom!
Not that they needed the extra money, really. It was just the principal of the thing. Maybe if his wife did a little more around the house while he was at work all day, he wouldn't care so much about her getting a job.
She never cooked... never seemed to wash any dishes... the garbage was always over-flowing and the hardwood floors were perpetually dirty, harboring huge dust balls that rolled around the house like suburban tumbleweeds.
But Roger had to tread carefully. He wasn't in the mood for another damn fight. He was so tired of fighting.
"It's like you're interrogating me," Mimi mumbled, her fork clattering down onto the plate. "You're always asking, what did you do? What did you do? Like you think I don't do anything! Like you think I just sit on the couch eating bon- bons all day! I'm sorry we can't all have great jobs like you!"
"I just asked..." Roger sighed.
H ere we go again , he thought.
Roger couldn't
"For this challenge, you must channel your inner lioness…"
Lisa was interrupted by a super loud THUMP on the basement window.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" she screamed.
One thing was for sure.
It wasn't a beetle.
CHAPTER SIX
Mimi and Roger, who lived three houses down the block from Andrea in the Shady Oaks development, were just finishing up a late dinner.
Roger had prepared hamburgers on the grill which he served on pretzel buns ( okay , so he was copying Wendy's ). He also whipped up some delicious doctored-up Bush’s baked beans for a side dish, loaded with molasses and brown sugar.
Roger had been at the job-site late, trying to get all the last minute work done on the A.T.&T. conference room job. Dealing with his cranky and complaining crew was a whole other job, in and of itsel f. He was the project manager for an up and coming millwork company called Mighty Millwork. Right now , they were on fire; scoring the biggest jobs in Chicago and the surrounding suburbs, known as "Chicago Land."
He was making good money which was a godsend since his wife Mimi couldn't seem to get a job. Roger and Mimi had not even been married a year. They were really still newlyweds. Although, in Roger's opinion, they sure didn't act the part. Well...he did. But his wife was so incredibly insecure.
Roger had found his wife’s insecurity endearing...at first. But now he was growing weary of it, which didn't bode well for the long term success of their marriage.
This should have been a lovely evening. The humidity of the day had lifted, leaving a nice refreshing breeze in its wake. The white Christmas lights were plugged in, granting the small deck a festive appearance .
The food Roger prepared was fantastic (if he did say so himself, and damn it, he did)! Money was beginning to pour in. He hadn't even gone for his usual evening jog so he could spend more time with his perpetually unhappy wife.
Roger watched Mimi angrily stab at a bean with her fork. Her eyes looked dark and ominous, as usual. Roger attempted conversation.
"What did you do today?" he asked, leaning back in his patio chair.
In his mind, Roger thought of the nice outdoor furniture at Lowe's he wanted to buy to replace this old recycled crap. There were so many things he wanted to do. Paint the living room... install granite counter tops in the kitchen...build a gazebo and a fire-pit... plant some more trees... install a nice bar and pool table in the basement.....if only Mimi would get on board with their life.
"Why do you want to know?" Mimi asked defensively.
In truth, Roger wanted to know because it seemed like Mimi did absolutely nothing all day. Here he was working his ass off... then he had to come home and fix dinner on top of that.
And where was his wife every day when he came home? Locked in the damn bathroom!
Not that they needed the extra money, really. It was just the principal of the thing. Maybe if his wife did a little more around the house while he was at work all day, he wouldn't care so much about her getting a job.
She never cooked... never seemed to wash any dishes... the garbage was always over-flowing and the hardwood floors were perpetually dirty, harboring huge dust balls that rolled around the house like suburban tumbleweeds.
But Roger had to tread carefully. He wasn't in the mood for another damn fight. He was so tired of fighting.
"It's like you're interrogating me," Mimi mumbled, her fork clattering down onto the plate. "You're always asking, what did you do? What did you do? Like you think I don't do anything! Like you think I just sit on the couch eating bon- bons all day! I'm sorry we can't all have great jobs like you!"
"I just asked..." Roger sighed.
H ere we go again , he thought.
Roger couldn't
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