Eating his dinner
“Eric, honey, I’m home,” Lily said as she hung up her coat and shoes. She entered the living room to find her husband eating his dinner at the kitchen table with his back to her. He didn’t glance up, turn around, or even say hello. “Is everything okay?” Lily asked, delicately placing her hand on his shoulder.
How could she explain this?
“Where have you been?” he asked, grunting. “I.. uhm. As you can see…” Lily stumbled. But, to be honest, she had no notion how to explain this bizarre circumstance. “I have your iPhone location on my phone 24 hours a day, seven days a week.” Did you realize that?” Eric muttered this as he turned around, an angry expression on his face.