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Held

Six thirty, Friday evening, she isn't home. He lets himself into the empty flat and flops down on the sofa. He kicks off his shoes without untying the laces. The end of another shitty week. He leans back and shuts his eyes, then ping, new message received. It's from her. “ Leaving work now. I'll be home around 19 :15." He reads the message, lets the phone drop onto his chest, shuts his eyes and ... ping. He sighs with a deep forlorn breath. He knows it's from her again. He lifts the phone up to his face. “ Get ready now. We're meeting Amy and Duncan for dinner. I don't want to wait for you to finish in the shower.” He doesn't stir. He can't fucking stand Amy or her miserable twat husband. Ping. “For fuck's sake,” he thinks to himself. “What the hell is it now?” “ Have you fixed the light in the wardrobe yet? I'm sick of it being dark in there." He hasn't replaced the light bulb in the wardrobe yet. It blew three days ago and she has been on at him to do it ever since. He would replace it, but he hasn't bought a new one. He wonders how people ever got on in life without illuminated wardrobes. How did she manage until they got this one six months ago? It doesn't even bear thinking about! Ping. “ Just getting off the train. Did you buy cat food like I told you?” No, he didn't buy cat food either. There's a tin of tuna in the cupboard, the cat can eat that for now. For a moment he wishes she would phone instead of text. Why can't she speak to him like a human being? Then he ...

... remembers the sound of her nagging voice and is grateful for the texts. He closes his eyes again and waits for the sound of her key in the lock. He doesn't have to wait long. She starts immediately as she steps through the front door. Not even looking at him, just talking at him. “Oh god. What a bloody day! The Arabs are trying it on again. They're complaining about the price after we settled on it weeks ago. Colin wants to come down a bit to keep 'em happy, but I told them no way. We've already undercut everyone else. They can walk if they like, they'll be back. There's no way they'll be able to find anyone who knows the regulations in the UAE like we do. If they try to go elsewhere, it'll be better for us in the end. We'll be in a much stronger position when they come crawling back.” He doesn't bother listening to her. He gave up faking an interest in her work a couple of years ago. Business has always bored him to tears, but that doesn't stop her going on and on, usually with no context at all. He doesn't even know who Colin is. She busies herself in the kitchen, then comes into the living room sipping a glass of wine. “Did you get my texts? You didn't reply to any of them,” she doesn't wait for a response. “Did you feed the cat? You didn't get cat food, did you? For god's sake. She can have tuna tonight, but you'll need to get some tomorrow morning.” He takes a deep breath in, holds it, and then lets it out. Long and slow. “You haven't showered. I told you to shower before I ...