Chapter One: The First Night
It was too quiet, I knew my wife very well, and if she wasn’t talking, she was up to something. We had just finished our couple’s night out with our neighbors, Jill and Paul.
The drive was getting eerie as my grip on the steering wheel tightened. I knew what I had to do to get her to spill the beans, as they would say. I sighed deeply.
“Go on then,” I said.
“It’s nothing,” my wife Elize said as she looked out her window.
It was past ten at night, and we lived in the suburbs. There was nothing to see but stretches of strip malls and gas stations.
“No, spill it, or you’re just going to keep both of us up most of the night, thinking about it,” I shook my head.
“Well, it’s just that, you ordered the spicy lo mein,” Elize said.
“So?” I asked.
“Anytime we go to a Chinese restaurant, new or old, you always order lo-mein and you always want it as spicy as it comes,” Elize said.
“I like it spicy, when is that a bad thing?” I asked.