Angrily, the door slammed, “how dare he insist that I do the dishes; I’m meeting Sam.” … she was not going to be impounded by the humdrum of domestic living…the world loved her! Stunning, she had an ability to stop men on the street, a charm, no—undeniable charisma—much better word…her hands would not be “washer woman hands”…NO WAY!
She heard the door open… He began to yell, ”Oh my goodness…”
“I nearly forgot!” she interrupted, “you need to give me money!”
“You think I would?” his eyes bulged.
Coyly, turning on the power, she teased, “Yes, Daddy…”