Literature
A Gaggle of Giggles
I knew I was in trouble that night when my wife reminded me that her friends were coming over. While I should have been relaxing on this Saturday, I was swamped with work. So there I sat in my home office, attempting to get caught up, while the three of them were downstairs getting louder by the hour. They did this sometimes: little girls' nights. Usually I made a point to be out of the house if they were gathering here, but tonight I was trapped. Work comes first. Seven years I had been married, and it had been a great relationship. Deana was smart, hardworking, and quite pretty. Her short, straight black hair came to about her mid-neck. Her pretty brown eyes sparkled in the light, and her cute smile was something that brightened any bad bay. She was on the short side at five foot two, worked out regularly, and enjoyed a good pampering. Her nails were always painted, her skin often tanned, and her makeup was impeccable. We had the nice house, good jobs, and were the
