The bed was empty.
“He’s with that girl again!”
She called him. No answer.
She stomped into the kitchen for a strong coffee. The hot liquid splashed on her quivering hand.
After the steamy drink stoked her, she called again. No response.
“Fine,” she yelled to the air. “But don’t think you will get another chance.”
She stormed across the room, grabbed her purse, and crashed the door closed behind her.
At lunch, she wondered if he’d come back.
She drove home, chest fluttering.
At the door, he posed handsome and cocky. She could not resist him.
His tail wagged, woof.