Objects In The Mirror Are Closer Than They Appear, chapter 2
I still don't know why she overeacted so much.
We sat down to dinner, and we started talking about my job. I'm a business executive for a computer company called Alternatem: It's a Japanese company. I have no idea what it means, but, I didn't ask any questions when I was offered the job. Who was I to disagree with $600,000 a year? Not me.
Then, the subject came up about how I always stay at work late. She automatically assumed that I was staying behind to sleep with one of my co-workers, Katherine Brown (although I have had thoughts about it). I told her that I didn't, but would Arlene listen? Oh, no!
She threatened to divorce me if I didn't tell her the truth. I was, and I told her that I was, but still, she wouldn't listen.
That's when I went over the edge.
I slapped her in the face, I won't deny it. I slapped her hard, harder than my dad ever hit me (and trust me, he hit me pretty hard when he was alive). Then she ran out of the kitchen for a little bit. I stood there, looking at my hand, shocked and amazed at what I had just done.
Then Arlene had returned with the gun. She fired five times, leaving only one bullet in the chamber. Two of the shots missed: One grazed my right ear, and two struck me in my right side.
I fell to the floor, bleeding, and that's when you started reading about me.
We sat down to dinner, and we started talking about my job. I'm a business executive for a computer company called Alternatem: It's a Japanese company. I have no idea what it means, but, I didn't ask any questions when I was offered the job. Who was I to disagree with $600,000 a year? Not me.
Then, the subject came up about how I always stay at work late. She automatically assumed that I was staying behind to sleep with one of my co-workers, Katherine Brown (although I have had thoughts about it). I told her that I didn't, but would Arlene listen? Oh, no!
She threatened to divorce me if I didn't tell her the truth. I was, and I told her that I was, but still, she wouldn't listen.
That's when I went over the edge.
I slapped her in the face, I won't deny it. I slapped her hard, harder than my dad ever hit me (and trust me, he hit me pretty hard when he was alive). Then she ran out of the kitchen for a little bit. I stood there, looking at my hand, shocked and amazed at what I had just done.
Then Arlene had returned with the gun. She fired five times, leaving only one bullet in the chamber. Two of the shots missed: One grazed my right ear, and two struck me in my right side.
I fell to the floor, bleeding, and that's when you started reading about me.
