"Jess" you call softly downstairs, and she appears there, looking so fragile. Her golden hairs falls down in rivulets framing an almost angelic face, but it hits you that she's not the carefree girl you married but a woman worn down by the pressures of life and trials of adulthood. Its hard to believe its been 30 years.
"What Bob? I didnt do whatever it is, and I put the goat out!"
" I know, i just wanted to say thank you. You dont have to get so defensive!" But you note that your tone is even more defensive than hers.
"Yeah right, thanks" she says, but its not love and trust you see in her eyes, just wariness and doubt.
The moment stretches into an uncomfortable silence, and without a word she turns and walks away. Your heart aches but what can you do?
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