Trying Again
When he entered the house the next night, the aroma of dinner mixed with the normal scent of cleaning chemicals. His wife, Jennifer, was rushing around the kitchen, her forehead pinched in concentration. “Hey, babe,” Joe said wearily, laying his keys on the counter. “Hey, Joe,” Jennifer said, turning to give him a tired grin. “How was work?” Joe moaned. “Same old, same old.” “You know how it is.” Jennifer nodded sympathetically before returning to the stove. “Your chicken dinner will be ready shortly.” “Your mom has been… interesting today.”
Trying Again
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