Bad moon rising part six

When I returned from the little errand she had sent me on she had recovered her composure and calm.

“ Well I spoke to my boss…” she said “ and he said he didn’t say that in the way that you took it. It was all a big misunderstanding, that’s all. So I’ll thank you to not mention it again if you don’t mind. Right, now let’s get the children fed shall we.”

I played the obedient spouse and tried to put it out of my mind for the rest of the evening. Soon enough the children were fed and put to bed and before long we followed their lead.

As I got into bed I could see she was pretending to read a magazine. It was upside down. “ What does your boss do exactly that requires you to call him late at night on a Friday whilst I am out seeing Joe for a beer ? “ I asked all nonchalant.

“ He’s a farmer.” She replied calmly.

“ A farmer ? I thought you worked at the college not a bloody farm. And even farmers aren’t out in the field at midnight for god’s sakes.”

“ Well he’s got lots of jobs.” she said as her brain scrambled to come up with a better answer.

“ Well I’m sorry madam, but none of this adds up one little bit.” I told her.

“ So “ she softly enquired “ What are you going to do about it ?”