The Silent Treatment
It was a hot and humid afternoon at work. I worked late into the evening as usual, squeezing in every bit of productivity I could. When quitting' time came around I was ready to go home, take a hot shower and unwind a bit. I walked into the quiet house kicking off my shoes in the living room, though I knew it would get the wife nagging' again. A man's home may be his castle, but it was clear who the queen was around here. I closed the bedroom door and began to shed my sweaty clothes as I...