“What? ARE YOU MAD?!!”
Jack punched the table so hard, I felt the room shake. Perhaps he was angry.
“I'm sorry," I said, "But we’re not really happy, we can't go on like this.”
He continued shouting, started throwing things around, even breakables... Ducking was fun.
The moment I saw a chance, I snuck out of the front door and ran, only stopping at my local.
“The usual?” asked the barman.
I just looked at him... and sighed.
A minute later, he came back with my favourite drink.
How wonderful it felt, to be understood without even having to speak.