A Problem Even in Death
When Jimmy came home last night he went straight to his bedroom. He was bone-tired, mentally, and physically, and fell asleep, waking up this morning still in the clothes he wore yesterday.
Jimmy sipped his coffee as he watched Shelia washing the dishes. The girls acted strangely towards him this morning, and this concerned him, because although he expected this behavior from Jean, he was surprised that Sara ignored him and wouldn’t give him any eye contact. Instead, she mumbled hello and kept her eyes on her bowl of cereal when he sat down at the kitchen table.
Shelia seemed nervous. He watched her washing the same bowl for over a minute before rinsing the soap off. Shelia didn’t look at the dishes she washed, instead she looked out of the kitchen window. Jimmy cleared his throat a couple of times.
“Everything alright with you Shelia?”
“It’s all good. Why you ask?” Shelia put the last dish into the dishrack and turned to face Jimmy as she dried off her hands with the dishtowel.
“Just asking, you seem to be distracted. That’s all. And Sara was quiet this morning too.”