She washed hurriedly and put on her nightgown in the bathroom, before going into the bedroom. In the darkness, she could make out Tim's prone figure tangled in the blankets of the bed. His heavy breathing filled the room, and she knew that he wouldn't awaken easily. A stab of anger swept through her… there he was sound asleep, having done nothing all day probably… while she had worked all those hours at Alfie's and then had that horrible experience! For a moment it seemed like the whole thing was his fault… his fault for not working at some kind of regular job… any job so that she wouldn't have to be placed in such a position.

She turned on a small lamp and stood at the dresser, undoing her cold cream jar, Tim's reflection mirrored in the glass before her. As she slowly creamed her face, tears welled up in her eyes… it just wasn't fair… none of it was fair…! She was tired of being so good, so understanding about everything! There spread out on the dresser were the turn off notices for the electricity, the overdue rent bill, and the water bill which would have to be paid by the end of the week.

"Oh, God," she thought… "Why can't he take care of it, why do I have to even think about it?"

The angry tears streamed down her face as she brushed her long glistening hairdo, and then fastened it behind her head with a hair piece. She went to the bed and pulled some of the covers away from Jim so that she could have some for her side. He grumbled sleepily and turned over, taking most of the blankets back with him.

"Damn you…" she said in a loud fierce whisper… "Damn you, anyway!!"