Her daily chore list had been growing and growing, in spite of agreeing to take on more hours at work to earn more money for Her. she hoped this would be the end of the daily list for awhile–polishing all of Her and Her roommate’s shoes by hand was exhausting.
Another woman in the second room of the house she should feel most at home, the kitchen.
She works ten hours on her feet to bring me home the proverbial bacon, then comes over to hand over her paycheck and cook my dinner. Bliss. For me. According the whiny bitch she’s tired of cooking.