Tuesday, March 12, 2014
Today’s prompt is End. . .
Gathering his keys off the dresser, Ethan turned and made his way downstairs. He knew he had to get away, and do it fast. Even if it was only for a couple of hours. He had to avoid Max. She’d want to come along. Or try and talk him out of going. He smiled to himself at the thought of his fiercely independent wife trying to take control of this situation.
Walking into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water he ran smack dab right into her.
“Going somewhere?” She asked, eyeing the wad of keys in his hand.
“Um, yes actually I am. I thought I’d run and pick up that swing you’ve been wanting for the patio.”
“Liar. Ethan I know that you’re headed over to talk with your brother. You’re not going to let him do a thing without going over and playing the big brother to him.”
“No I’m not. What Greg does is his business.” Damn slip of the tongue.
“Uh huh. So I am right. You are headed over to Greg’s.”
“Well, I thought I might stop by and see him on my way back from getting the swing. Just let him know we’re thinking of him.”
“Okay, but just how did you expect to get the swing in your Corvette?”
Ethan knew there was no getting out of this one. Max was a bull dog when she wrapped herself around something. He might as well just fess up and tell her the truth. But why not play her for a few minutes more?
“Um, I was going to take your SUV.”
“Wrong answer, Ethan.”
“Okay, okay. I was going to Greg’s.”
“Leave it alone Ethan. Their marriage is over. The end. Got it?”
He wrapped his arms around her waist. “Got it.”