“When are you getting up tomorrow?” the man asked his wife.
The man focused on setting the alarm on his phone, while his wife sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off her socks. She threw the socks, one after the other, to the floor.
“Whenever I feel like it,” she replied without looking at her husband.
The man raised his eyebrows, silently questioning the sock-less woman next to him.
“I quit my job today and I’ll tell you why I did it,” she said calmly.
The man listened attentively and wondered how his wife had kept her little secret from him for so long. Usually, she was bursting with excitement when she had a piece of news to share. He felt conflicted, he was relieved his wife finally did what they had discussed so many nights, but upset that she waited so long to tell him. I’m sure she has her reasons, he though t and waited. She always filled the silence if he waited.
The woman continued speaking as she fluffed her pillows.
“They tried to make me work on Good Friday,” she explained with a straight face.
Her husband laughed in disbelief.
“It wasn’t the guns, gang bangers, bed bugs, drugs or abuse that did it for you?” he asked.
“Nope,” his little wife said, settling down into her freshly fluffed pillows.
She breathed a sign of relaxation. Her pillows felt perfect as her head sank down, surrounded by downy feathers and cotton.
“I never minded all of that,” she said, reflecting on the day.
Her husband propped himself up on one elbow and stared at her in confusion.
“What? Really?” he asked.
“Yup, the clients were never really the problem. It was always the management, safe in their clean, little offices, pushing papers and pressing for more rules and deadlines. My clients were just trying to get by from day to day with next to nothing.”
She reached over and turned off her bedside light with a click.
“How could I begrudge them for surviving?”