It was clear that their marriage was over. The dreadful atmosphere said it all. Mabel found it hard to bear the long, enduring silence, broken only by her occasional demand.
"Talk to me!"
Mabel wondered how it had come to this, so close, without communication... and hating what her man had become. She didn’t know how she was able to bear living under that same roof as he who had once wooed her, made her laugh, kept her safe. She couldn’t remember a cross word in all 57 years. Just like she couldn’t remember the number of the emergency services.