I stayed over a friend’s house last night and found myself heading home in the morning instead of going to work. Wanting to get a head start on the packing, I went home and was unprepared to meet with an unwelcomed guest—not the feeling of loneliness this time, but a woman! An unfamiliar car was parked on my driveway and the front door was unlocked. How could Adam have left to go to work, leaving a stranger unattended, not to mention another woman in my home?
As I walked upstairs, she appeared at the doorframe of my bedroom, my bedroom, Grace! Pointing my index finger at her, I said, “You are never to be in my bedroom again. Is that understood?” I perused my room and found crumbs of leftover food and unfinished taquitos on my bedroom dresser. An unfinished red wine glass stood prominently on my nightstand. What a waste! I could use one of those right now.
As she timidly hid in my bathroom talking to Adam, I knocked on my bathroom door and walked right in.
“I can’t believe Adam did this. This is completely inexcusable. He knows better than to have permitted this. You know I still have the key to MY house.”
“If I had known you were coming, I would have left,” she said.
“I can come and go as I please. I don’t need to tell him or ask for permission. I still live here.”
She stayed quiet, certain that she was embarrassed. And in some strange way, I was embarrassed for her. As I walked out the bathroom door, I realized I had been rude. I made a 180 degree turn and said, “I’m so sorry. I’m Eve, Adam’s wife.”
Shocked at my good mannered way, she extended her hand to shake mine. “I’m Magdalena.”
I finally left my bedroom and walked downstairs to see my kitchen counter adorned with bags of chips and bottles of wine. They didn’t even pair the wine with delectable appetizers or food. Ugh!
With disgust in my tone, I screamed her name, “Magdalena!”
“If you’re going to be here, you need to clean this house. The kitchen counters are a mess and we need everything spotless. We’re trying to sell this house.”
“I didn’t know you had open house today,” she timidly answered.
“Every day is an open house. So clean the house.” I walked out and began dialing Adam’s phone number.
What would you have done if you were Eve? Comment below, and find out what Grace is going to say to Eve tomorrow.
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