One Apple A Day #110
“I’m not going to work this afternoon.”
He spits the words as if they were stuck between his teeth before biting an apple. He always eats an apple after lunch. He’s grandfather taught him when he was a kid, and he kept doing it every day.
“Oh, why?”
She turns and looks at him leaving the fridge open. He never skipped an hour of work since she knew him.
“The fridge.”
“What?”
“Closed it, damn. Energy costs.”
“Oh, yes. Sorry.” She shuts the door with her hand without taking her eyes off of him.
“What happened?”
“Nothing, there isn’t much to do so I took some hours off.”
He keeps his eyes on the apple, like if it wasn’t almost identical to the one he had the day before. And all the days before that.
“This is a good thing. You need some time off.”
“If you say so.”
“What are you going to do? Maybe we can do something together?”
She rubs her hands on her hips, her palms sweating a bit.
“What do you mean? Like shopping? You know I hate shopping.”
“No, I mean here. At home. You are always tired in the evening, and with the kids and everything. Maybe Today we can spend some time together before the kids come home. You know. To relax. Like the old times.”
“Yes, relax. I need it.”
He stands up. He gets close to her, throws the eaten apple on the renewable bin and with a kiss on the cheek he leaves.
“Maybe, I’ll go for a swim, thanks.”