"Stupid" (standard:drama, 1325 words)
Author: jenne64	Added: Mar 07 2001	Views/Reads: 4007/2372	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Leaving someone seems easier than staying, if your on the outside looking in. Becky is on the inside looking out. Her brother thinks she's stupid, her husband thinks she's stupid but both for very different reasons... Feedback appreciated.

"Stupid" 

By Jenne64 Copyright2001 

Placing the receiver down, I glance at the clock.  ‘He'll be home, in
half an hour, time to get dinner.’  Wednesday.  Sausage, egg, chips and 
beans are the order of the day.  Every day has it's own menu mapped out 
like a military regime.  I set to work, potatoes peeled and chipped, 
sausages pricked. 

Bending down, peering into the fridge, my heart skips a beat. 

'Eggs.  Where's the eggs?  I know we bought them, I know we did.  Didn't
we?' 

The panic rises in my stomach.  ‘It's Wednesday and no eggs.  He'll be
home any minute expecting . . .  No time.  Come on Becky, think!  What 
else can you cook!'  It's no good, I can't think of anything else.  
‘How could I have forgotten something so simple?’ 

My legs won't move.  My mind as frozen as the pork chops that nestle in
the freezer, I just stand and stare. 

The door handle turns heralding his return.  I stand and wait.  Wait for
him to tell me I'm stupid. 

"Hi love," he offers, placing his briefcase on the table.  "Dinner
ready?" 

I’m watching his face, trying to judge his mood.  His eyes, those deep
brown pools, tell me nothing. 

"Ummm well, ummmm . . ." I begin, watching every move he makes.
flinching as he scratches his chin. 

"I guess not. What did you forget this time?" 

"Eggs," I reply.  "I forgot the eggs.  Sorry." 

He moves round the small table, coming ever closer. 

"Oh Jesus, Becky; you forgot the eggs?  How the hell did you manage
that?  Three years and you still forgot.  That was just stupid, wasn't 
it!" 

He called me stupid.  I knew he would. 

"What are you gonna cook instead!  Didn't think of that did you?"  He
pushes me aside, peering into the fridge.  "Well did you?" 

"No . . . " 

"Jesus, it's Wednesday and I want fucking eggs!  You just never learn,
do you!"  Peering into the fridge, tossing items aside, I hear him 
mutter, "Stupid, stupid, stupid . . . " 

I loathe that word, just as I despise myself for being so stupid.  His
bulk turns towards me, something in his hand. 

"Oh, look Becky; what have we here?  Eggs!"  He tosses the gray carton
towards me.  It glances off my shoulder before hitting the hard tiles 
with a thud. 

"Sorry, God; I'm sorry..." I offer diving to the floor. 

'Please just one egg, just one!' 

The yellow sacs lay scattered and broken.  Not one remains intact. 
Sitting huddled on the floor, eyes shut tight, I wait.  I almost laugh 
with relief as the roll of paper towels hits my head, but laughter is 
not allowed.  Stupid people don't laugh. 

"Don't just sit there!  Get this fucking mess cleaned-up and for fucks
sake, hurry up.  I need to eat, and you're . . . you're fucking around 
on the floor!  If you used your brain, this mess wouldn't have 


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