“I’m going to the garage,” Carl said and looked at his wife. She was knitting. “Are you sure? I’m sick of your garage,” Samantha looked at him. “What have you got against it? When I didn’t have a garage, you kept telling me I wasn’t doing anything,” the man resented.
“I have nothing against your garage. I just do not understand why you bought it if you have no car or anything else,” she looked at him sourly.
“It will be soon,” Carl answered her immediately.
“Well, we’ll see,” Samantha smirked as she continued to knit.
They had met back in high school. He’d pull her pigtails, and she’d look back and scold him. And when they were in senior year, Carl once sat down at her desk and offered to help her do her algebra homework. Samantha really appreciated that at the time. She looked at a guy and didn’t understand how she hadn’t noticed the….Read Full Story Here…,..
