Their fight by the side of the road was a rude dose of reality after their idyllic honeymoon.
Norman approached Agnes and spoke to her in velvet smoothness. “Darling, you’re making too much of this. It was only an small farm cat.”
“It was a living, breathing animal. Can you really be that cruel?”
His wife was irrational at times. “Agnes, that’s not fair. It’s unfortunate, but –“
She interrupted him, voice rising and fluttering. “But what?”
“It’s probably a family pet they’ll forget about just as soon as they get another one.”
“How dare you!” she snapped back. “You murderer! You killed this poor cat, all because you had to be right about Twenty Questions. I’m sorry, baby kitty, please forgive us!”
This was too much. All because he ran over the cat with the car? “For heaven’s sake, Agnes. It was only an accident. Put the animal down and let’s be on our way.”
She sobbed even more. “I miss my dog. I want my Racer back! My favorite dog died and then you took me away from my family. Sometimes I hate you, Norman Balmoral.”
Would this never end? “Agnes, you’re beside yourself. Calm down, or –”
“Be quiet!” she ordered. “I’m having another contraction.”
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