Kitchen

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Slamming the cupboard door, Sophie strode across the kitchen, almost throwing the plates into the sink. A second of muttering, and Steve failed understand what he had done.

Why was she in a mood?

Had he forgotten their wedding anniversary? No, that was last week. Didn’t he rectify that by taking her to that posh restaurant? Plus the chips they brought on the way home. Her birthday? That was in December.

Roughly handling the Fairy Washing up liquid, the bubbles foamed around the knives. If she carried on like that, his favourite Chelsea glass was going to get smashed. She glared at him as she passed him Woman handled mugs shoved to the back, she returned. Round two. Ding, ding. He held his prized bowl and wondered whether it was safe.

‘Oh!’ His brain cells pulled together. ‘Love, you’ve been working all day. Why don’t you sit down? A cup of tea, and a slice of the apple pie.’

‘Took you long enough,’ she muttered, picking up a wine bottle.