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House Guest Chapter One: Invitation
A Stranger comes to stay. What will happen next?
“So, when does he get here?” I asked, folding my arms. My husband sat in his chair, watching the television with a beer in his hand.
“When he gets here,” he shrugged. He did not even look at me. “He called earlier and said he had to do a few things, then he would be here,” he said, his eyes still glued to the television.
I shook my head at him and went into the laundry room. I looked back at him. At one time, he would do anything to help me around the house. Now, he just sat there, collecting dust and drinking.
I couldn’t blame him for the sitting part. He had an accident at work just over a year ago. The doctors said he could never walk or carry anything heavy for long periods. So, going back to construction was out of the question.
So, there he sat day after day. While I worked at the nursing home every day, then came home to him. I cooked, cleaned, and did whatever needed to be done around the house. The bills did not stop. The job did not pay workers comp since it was his fault for getting into the accident.
“You better wash your hair, if you want me to cut it,” I yelled back at him.
