Rhett sat down on the couch, holding the remote, flipping through the channels. Margot paced in front of the television. The old wooden set held a framed photo of the two taking their vows. “I’m sorry, Rhett. I didn’t mean to throw your breakfast plate. It slipped. But I’m no fool.” Over-easy eggs formed a hardened, golden mess down the crème-colored wall.
She stopped, blocking his view of the screen. He moved his head from side-to-side with no chance of looking past her. He placed the remote down on the coffee table, leaned back, crossed his arms. He stared at the ceiling, then let out a sigh. “What aren’t you a fool about this time?” Rhett asked.
“I heard all the nasty names your mother referred to by when the two of you were on the phone last week. She’s loud, I heard everything!” Margot moved closer to Rhett. His face reddened with each step she took.
“For the last time, she didn’t! I wouldn’t lie to you! I’m sick of your delusional accusations!” He yelled.
“What’re you going to do?” She cried. She climbed onto his lap, forcing her lips against his.
“I’ll never leave you! Please stop!” He gently pushed back, begging her. Their tears mixed, the argument transformed into passion.
He looked at his peacefully sleeping wife. He slid from under the covers and hurried to make a phone call. “I don’t understand, doctor! You diagnosed her manic-depressive, now you call it bipolar! A new name should have a new treatment! You offer me nothing!” He yelled loudly, waking Margot.
“You’re telling your mother that I’m crazy?” I hate you!” Margot scratched at her own skin.
“Margot!” Rhett slammed the phone down.
“I’m sorry! Don’t leave me!” She pleaded.
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