“Did you need something else, Mr. Richey?”
Her formality surprised him. “Why are you calling me that?”
“Is that not your name?” she asked coolly.
He ignored her question. “I was going to apologize—”
“Not necessary. You made everything clear.” She began loading the dishwasher.
Why did women make it so hard to say sorry? he thought to himself.
“Debra, stop! I want to apologize to you.”
“I’m sorry, but I have a lot of chores and I’m tired.”
“You’re not some damned Cinderella, Debra.”
“No, of course not. I’m your housekeeper.”
“You’re my wife!”
“You and I both know that isn’t true. If you’ll excuse me, I need to start a load of clothes.” She left the dishes and walked out of the room.
He followed her. “I’ll be able to hire a housekeeper in the fall.”
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