Mary
charged out of the living room and into the kitchen, determination
etched in her eyes and jaw. “Right,” I heard her say before she
slammed the door behind her.
“You've
got to help me,” Oak hissed under his breath once she was gone.
“What?”
I replied, shocked by his tone.
“Shhh,”
he admonished me, “You can't let her hear.”
“Why
not?” I whispered back, “She's my wife.”
“Right
now, I'm not so sure of that,” he replied. At that moment two more
thudding noises could be heard upstairs. Both of us flicked a glance
at the ceiling then returned to each other.
“What?”
I asked again, no longer whispering. “What do you mean?”
From
the kitchen I could hear the banging of various cupboard doors and
drawers being opened and slammed shut.
“Whatever's
going on,” Oak whispered, “I suspect your wife is no longer in
full control of her senses.”
