New York Story Night #35
On being a proper housewife
Marvin’s friends’ wives all have jobs or babies.
It’s all very nice and quaint but towards the late afternoon I start having trouble breathing and I have to return home.
I wish he’d stop calling me “baby” but I don’t say anything about it.
It hurts, but it’s alright.
I’m always sweating, sweating, sweating, and I’m always so cold.
The liquid crackles like the burning of a grenade.