Talk to Martin Green on the Fictionville blog
Hey, Pete, two more over here. So, like I was saying, I can't believe she's been cheating on me. Hell, I've given Edie everything she could want, right? That house, after I made top salesman, cost half a mill. Over 3,000 square feet, five bedrooms, three bathrooms. And the car, a BMW. Credit cards to all the best department stores. What more could she want?
Okay, maybe I'm not home as much as she wants. She used to complain about that all the time. Hell, I'm a salesman. I have to be on the road, right? And if I play around a little, so what. It gets lonely all by yourself in those hotel rooms. I always bring her back a nice present when I get back. A man has needs, right? Nobody can blame me.
Nah, I can't believe it. That broad who started the rumor, she's jealous, that's what, little, dried-up spinster. Just wants to spread gossip, make everyone feel as miserable as herself. I mean, I've given Edie everything could want. I even let her take those stupid college courses. Comparative literature, what the hell is that? Can you believe it, she wanted to get a job. A job. As if I'd let any wife of mine go to work. What the hell would people think? I can't support a wife? Crazy.
Nah, I can't believe it. Why should Edie cheat on me? I've given her everything she could want. She seems happier the last few months. She's not even complaining when I'm not home any more. Nah, I don't believe it. Gossip-monger. Hey, Pete, two more over here.