Things were difficult and I was impatient. You were trying to explain why I must reorganize the files on my computer, why they all have to have project numbers, why I can't put them where they've always been, what the tax consultant said, what you need for your report to the Board of Directors, and it boiled down to my files have to be re-filed, and they have to have titles with no more than twelve letters to leave room for project numbers, and I said, Well, dammit. And you said, Don't talk like that.
You sounded pained and I was mean to you. I was bored and tired and mad, and you were trying hard. Later, I went out in the rain. I went to the mall and bought us both really expensive pillows. Down pillows with 100 per cent cotton covers, 400 thread count. I have lusted after them for years, ever since Mama told me that she asked Grandma, who was 86 and dying, "If you could have anything in the world, what would it be?" and Grandma answered, "A down pillow" and Mama didn't have enough money. I bought two down pillows for us all, to say I'm, sorry.