Theresa slid open the door to her suite and was greeted by the sight of her husband lounging on the sofa. Ben was tall, blonde, and had the body of a swimmer. Ben was a professional soccer player and his season had concluded a month ago. His body was still recuperating from months of hard fought games and injuries that never got the chance to heal completely. He glanced up when the door opened but immediately returned his attention what sports channel had captivated his attention.
Theresa couldn’t help herself, “What no greeting when your lovely wife comes home?”
Ben snorted, “As soon as I have a lovely wife that comes home I’m sure I’ll greet her with love and enthusiasm.” He retorted sarcastically and emotionlessly.
Theresa snorted in response and true to form was about to turn on her heel and flee into her bedroom but instead she decided to take Beth’s advice to heart. She shudder but headed for Ben, kissed the top of his blonde head and then headed for her room. It was a small display of affection that was far from heartfelt but it would serve to throw Ben off kilter.
“I’m going to change and then I’m going to order dinner. Can I order you something?”
Ben stood, the television momentarily forgotten, and looked at Theresa. “Ok, what gives? The last thing you want to do is eat dinner with me so what do you want?”
“I want nothing. I’m tired of fighting to be honest. It takes too much time and energy. Can we please just declare a truce for the next couple of months?”
Ben stared, literally for the first time he was speechless and his mouth hung open. The woman standing in front of him looked and sounded like his wife but her behavior was so uncharacteristic that she was unrecognizable. “Theresa, I’m so not in the mood for mind games. But I’m starving so I’m going to assume you are being nice for whatever reason and accept your offer of a truce and dinner.”
“Coming right up, just let me get changed and then I’ll order up dinner. Don’t worry about anything.” Theresa flitted from the room, seemingly unconcerned about anything and truly enjoying his company. As she entered her lavish room she thought “Imagine that, the old crone Beth was right. It really is possible to fool the pea brain in a man’s head with a few kind gestures and the offer of food. I’m so glad I decided to implement her plan upstairs.”
Ben sat there, oblivious the plotting that had occurred or would be occurring for months to come.
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