Prov 29:18 AMP
I roll the straw between my thumb and index finger before dipping into my cocktail. I poke at the ice randomly, making holes here and there. In and out. In and out. I put the straw on my tongue , suck on it, and return back to making holes. I see pools of juice beginning to form in the wells of ice.
And then I see it all too clearly.
His closet. Dirty clothes mixed with clean clothes. The brown collar and dark armpits of his shirts.
Him in the bathroom. Wears the same briefs before and after his bath. Harbours three National parks. One down below and two in his armpits.
His voice brings me back to the present. ‘What’s so interesting in there?’ He gestures at my cocktail. He actually leans towards my drink and looks into it. My God.
‘Your nails are too long. And you went a bit overboard with the makeup.’
Controlling. Insecure. I don’t need the pools of juice to see that.
In and out. In and out. I see it all. Yet, I say yes anyway. Who else would marry a Spinster – General like me?