Veronica walked to the supermarket next day again to buy some milk. Sure they needed milk but mainly it was just an excuse to see Dean again. There were a lot of customers this day so they didn't get to talk much which annoyed her a bit.
"I hear Dean's back in town as well," Randy said later that night.
"I know," she said.
"How do you know that?" He asked.
"I've seen him," she answered.
His eyes turned hard.
"You what?" He yelled.
"He works at the supermarket. We needed milk. If you don't like me shopping there, feel free to buy me a car so I can drive further away and take my shopping somewhere else," she said.
"You're not getting a car!" He shouted.
"No, god forbid I get a little freedom in this marriage," she said.
She felt a sharp pain as her lip broke from the back of his hand. She reached up and wiped the blood away.
"Wow Randy, always so manly and tough. Every woman's dream," she said sarcastically.
He grabbed her arm and squeezed it tight.
"You belong to me," he sneered.
"I know that, Randy. It's not like I've gone anywhere the past ten years," she said.
"So start fucking behave that way," he sneered.
"Hey, I'm the perfect wife every time we're out among others. That's all you can make me do. Here, at home, I don't plan on lying. You know just as well as I that this marriage never would have happened if it hadn't been for..." she said but stopped herself as the memories hit her.
"Because of that bastard Dean you fucked and got pregnant with. You should be happy that I wanted to take you and that fucking child in," he said.
"You never wanted that child to begin with. I remember how happy you were when I lost it," she said.
"That's true. I only wanted you. Now that I have you, I'll never let you go," he said and kissed her hard.
She went to the supermarket next day again. Her excuse this time was her urgent craving for a raspberry soda. She waited till no other customer were at the counter before walking up to him.
"Hi Dean," she said as she handed him the soda.
"Jesus, what happened to your lip?" He asked as he looked at her.
She reached up and touched it.
"Oh this? Nothing. Just slipped in the shower," she answered.
He leaned his head a bit to the side.
"You never could lie to me," he said.
"What do you mean?" She asked a bit nervously.
"You always blinked fast twice when you lied to me. You still do that," he said.
"I do not," she said as firmly as she could.
"You just did it again," he said.
He reached over and grabbed her hand.
"Is everything okay at home?" He asked.
For a moment she concidered telling him the truth. How she hated her life with Randy. But then she remembered that he should know all that already from all the letters she used to send him.
"Everything's just fine," she said.
He watched as she blinked fast twice again but chose not to comment further on it.
"Alright. Just know you can always come to me," he said and smiled.
"You need someone in your life to take care of. How about that blond girl eyeing you from over there?" She asked and nodded towards the girl.
He turned and looked at her.
"Oh. I already did her the other night. Such a screamer. My ears were bleeding afterwards," he said.
She felt jealous but chose not to show it.
"I think she wants a second round," she said and giggled.
"I already told her I don't do second rounds. It's not my thing," he said.
"What is your thing then?" She asked.
"Girls looking like barbie dolls, fuck them once and be done," he answered.
She looked at the girl again who was the opposite of herself.
"She does look like Barbie, now that you mention it," she said.
She grabbed the soda.
"Anyway, gotta go home. Good luck with Barbie over there," she said and walked away.