“Proper wives don’t come home after midnight drinking with men.”
“It was a company dinner.”
“I know what you call it.”
Her eyes moved over my head.
There was satisfaction in them.
Not anger.
Not panic.
Satisfaction.
That was what frightened me most.
She had planned it.
This was not a burst of temper.
She had waited until I was asleep.
She had found Daniel’s clippers.
She had plugged them in.
She had stood over me.
And she had decided this would teach me something.
“You got that fancy title and started thinking you were above everyone.”
I stared at her.
“What?”
“Well, that ends now.”
She lifted her chin.
“A wife belongs at home.”
I laughed.
