“ where is the blue folder? It was here on the table” He screamed
“What happened? Why are you screaming? Just look for it. If it was there it will still be there….. you invaded our dining table by your books, papers and folders….” She replied indifferently while moving towards the kitchen, but he interrupted “Is that the proper time to complain about your beloved dining table, I told you the folder was there, I left it yesterday, everything is wrong this week, everything is wrong…” “Have you checked your car? You always leave your stuff there?” she raised her voice so he can hear her. “The car…” he murmured, before answering his mobile…”Sure, sir….I’m sorry, …yes, I was supposed to submit it this morning, yes, I know sir, it is urgent….I’ll work on it tonight….. sure, of course…..Thanks sir, goodbye”.
“These are old newspapers…..a novel…. The children’s magazines….” He kept throwing stuff across the room, while screaming in a theatrical way….”menus…more menus….. last year’s annual report…. Where is that blue folder?” “Calm down, throwing stuff and screaming won’t help”. She answered firmly, while rotating in the kitchen to perform her daily curse.
“I know, I know, but please spare me your wisdom tonight…..I have to find that folder, and I promise not to leave my stuff here again….. “ he said while shuffling the piles on the table for the third time.
“I hope so” she murmured absentmindedly while washing the dishes.
