writing_shadows

"Nancy?" the familiar baritone echoed through the house as the front door closed.

"Shit." I tugged on my leggings. So much for my lazy day. For the thousandth time I congratulated myself on having the foresight to ensure our bedroom was on the ground floor. I called out "Coming!"

That was apparently done for the day, however. I jerked my head toward the window and muttered "Out, you."

Out he went, timed perfectly with my opening the bedroom door. It was almost a ritual, though usually synchronised with the girls coming home from school, not-

"George!" I said brightly, pressing against him. "You're home early."

George was in sales. George thought he was hot shit in sales. I'd thought so too, when I didn't know better. He wasn't, though.

"Got sacked," he said sullenly. "Get me a beer."

It was always "get me a beer." I smiled hatefully. "Of course, darlin'. Comin' right up."

This was how it always went. George would last a year or two, maybe more, and get fired for doing something stupid. I could do a better job. Hell, a lot of his successful ideas did come from me. Idiot.

Luckily, these companies were always stupid too. They'd hire him, and pay him a stupid enough amount of money so I could be a stay-at-home mum and we had enough of a cushion to keep us through his stretches of unemployment.

I just couldn't have as much fun during them.

I sighed as I pulled a couple of Buds from the fridge. I was going to have to cut things off with Jeremy - at least for now. Jeremy with the gorgeous arms and the ringlets. Jeremy who knew how sexy he was, and thought I was still sexy too. Jeremy the girls' gym teacher.

I'd be stuck with just George. Again.

Why couldn't someone take me away from all this?