"You stupid asshole! How did you drop it in the toilet!" Karen
screamed, as she stared hopelessly at the stick that was floating in the
toilet.
"My hands were shaking and I dropped it. Look." He held out his hand and sure enough it was dangerously unstable.
Karen took a deep breath, controlling her anger. "Ok, there is another one in the box. I'll just do it again." She pushed Will out of the bathroom.
In a few moments they were back on the couch, waiting for the timer again. When it went off, they both froze. This time, however, Karen got up and went cautiously to the bathroom, with Will in tow. They stood side by side at the sink. Karen looked down, then over to Will, who nodded his head. With both hands Karen reached out and picked it up. She brought it to eye level where she could read it. Will waited for her reaction. She dropped it and turned to face him.
"Gracie," Jack asked as he carefully painted her big toe in a dark red.
"Yes," She looked up from the magazine she'd been scheming through.
"Oh, nothing I just like calling you Gracie." Jack looked up at her and grinned.
"Really. Well tell me about your residency. How's it going?" She sat the magazine on the coffee table and picked up her steaming cup of coffee.
"Oh, it's okay. I've met quite a few nice fellows, if you know what I mean." He winked.
"Jack, you're not suppose to get it on at work." Grace stared at him.
"Oh, I know that. I ask them to lunch. Duh." He went back to painting her toe. Grace smiled and watched as he focused on not getting any paint outside the nail. He'd told her that Karen was really picky when it came to painting her nails. If he barely got any on her skin she'd get on to him for being sloppy. Speaking of Karen, Grace wondered if she had left Will's yet.
"Hey, do you think Karen's left?" Grace asked Jack.
"I don't think so, you can hear his door open and shut, I haven't heard it since you came over to my place." Jack moved on to her next toe.
"I wonder what they're doing in there." Grace asked more to herself than to Jack.
"Well I know it has nothing to do with them getting it on. I know my Will." Jack looked up again.
"I hope you're right." Grace shrugged. 'It's Karen' she kept reminding herself.
"My hands were shaking and I dropped it. Look." He held out his hand and sure enough it was dangerously unstable.
Karen took a deep breath, controlling her anger. "Ok, there is another one in the box. I'll just do it again." She pushed Will out of the bathroom.
In a few moments they were back on the couch, waiting for the timer again. When it went off, they both froze. This time, however, Karen got up and went cautiously to the bathroom, with Will in tow. They stood side by side at the sink. Karen looked down, then over to Will, who nodded his head. With both hands Karen reached out and picked it up. She brought it to eye level where she could read it. Will waited for her reaction. She dropped it and turned to face him.
"Gracie," Jack asked as he carefully painted her big toe in a dark red.
"Yes," She looked up from the magazine she'd been scheming through.
"Oh, nothing I just like calling you Gracie." Jack looked up at her and grinned.
"Really. Well tell me about your residency. How's it going?" She sat the magazine on the coffee table and picked up her steaming cup of coffee.
"Oh, it's okay. I've met quite a few nice fellows, if you know what I mean." He winked.
"Jack, you're not suppose to get it on at work." Grace stared at him.
"Oh, I know that. I ask them to lunch. Duh." He went back to painting her toe. Grace smiled and watched as he focused on not getting any paint outside the nail. He'd told her that Karen was really picky when it came to painting her nails. If he barely got any on her skin she'd get on to him for being sloppy. Speaking of Karen, Grace wondered if she had left Will's yet.
"Hey, do you think Karen's left?" Grace asked Jack.
"I don't think so, you can hear his door open and shut, I haven't heard it since you came over to my place." Jack moved on to her next toe.
"I wonder what they're doing in there." Grace asked more to herself than to Jack.
"Well I know it has nothing to do with them getting it on. I know my Will." Jack looked up again.
"I hope you're right." Grace shrugged. 'It's Karen' she kept reminding herself.