Marcy (1)




For some time, Marcy had the vague feeling that something bad gone through in her life and she was not the way to avoid it. She had spent the time, one day to another, trying to self convince that her existence was as normal as of any other, but from time to time, while he cleaned the house, or did the food, he could not avoid that apprehension, especially when she was alone. She had already graduated, she had married and had her children, she had already installed in the life at once, but she could not forget the feeling of her frustrated life. She preferred not to think of it. And if overcome to her any thinking about it while she cleaned the furniture, and she cried, she passed the dirty cloth by her face to dry it, and tried to forget.

Her mother had already warned her, as a child, that life was not rosy.

Marcy worked in the kitchen when she heard noise of keys in the door. Soon she realized that, another day, Manele had returned home angry. Each day had a new reason for him, the pressures of his job, a small accident with the car, bad weather or heat. She was alert to the slightest sign of warning, if it made more noises, if he whispered by the low, it was going to have a problem. Marcy had already dined with the children. He consumed his dish quickly and soon began the discussion by the too hot coffee that Marcy served after dinner.

-There is no one who can take this, how I must say you that I do not like so hot?

Marcy ran to the sink and changed the drink of vessel by several times, any liquid droplet slipped towards the dish of coffee. When he returned to serve her husband, Manele took the cup and a pending drop fell on his tie.

-Just what I need tomorrow for my travel! You're useless, always I tell you! She took a cloth, moistened, to remove the stain.

-Let it, will have to take it to clean to the laundry, if we had few expenses this month. You only spend and spend you and your children.

When all it was good the children were of the two. But he was right, he was spending too much. She had to deal with it and distract him from the matter of money.

-Sorry, I don't know what happens to me, I am a little nervous by your travel… She hesitated one second and later raised her tone of voice.

-But if we talk about useless, beware! So I learned from you, I say.

He repented of what she had said immediately, almost as well as words were leaving his lips.

-I don't know what I saying, still not you're gone and now I'm missing you.

-Yes, as the last time I phoned from Lederia, and your mother said to me that you've came out.

Lederia was the capital of the state and a major financial centre, frequent destination of first row executives. Marcy had fear, panic to begin a new episode of discussion. Manele lost the papers with ease, was jealous and possessive, as she thought were husbands who loved much their wives. Each call it had to be answered in order to control her all the time. If not, what they would think the neighbors, said he, that was going around, free as air, ready for the conquest.

Every whim he had, it had must to be cared for at the moment.

Manele threw coffee on the table of a handshake.

-Go to scrub and then you wash the tablecloth, which you do not serve to anything else.

While he got up, grabbed one end of the fabric with such force that the coffee service came out flying, going to fall, with the rest of its content, on the carpet. He rose from the table and stepped on the spots of the ground with rage as wanting to make them disappear.

-Do not worry, you will not notice anything dirty, you have the house as a pig sty!

He lit a cigarette and he aspired to force the first breath of smoke, he was red from anger, his black eyes jumped sparks, while he looked for something in the right pocket of his trousers. It was empty. Already he was eager to discuss.

-Did you remove the money I had in this pocket?

-I needed to buy and I caught it, but I was going to tell you now.

Marcy knew that, as on other occasions, claims and insults could lead to worse. He went to his bedroom, and shortly after close and secure the door, heard the door of Manele. That night he would not return home.

At least he had fought for that time.






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