What Pets Do While You're at Work (на англ.яз.)

And when she had told him she was going out to get a job, he hit the ceiling. She remembered the scene as if it had happened yesterday. "A job? What the hell do you want to work for? We're not starving and I can damn well support you." "But Harold, it gets pretty dreary just sitting around staring at the walls all day long. I want to get out and meet people. You're flying all over the world. You see people and places that I don't." His answer had dripped ice. "I want you here. A woman's place is in the home." That had settled the argument. For a while, Joleen had tried the bridge club scene. Those old biddies were worse than sitting alone and swearing at the uncaring walls. All the time grousing about something or talking about the people who didn't show up for their silly games. Vicious, those bitches were vicious. She could imagine what they said about her when she had decided to drop out of the club. Joleen imagined really inventive and vivid descriptions, lurid and all wrong. Joleen sighed and took another pull at her drink, draining it ...»