Ageing and confused, but if there's one thing I'm sure of is that i just want to write.
He didn’t care. She was his wife and he would deal with her as he pleased. Shalewa’s mother was used to this. She knew the procedure: make up, scarf and long sleeves were just enough to cover the signs. She knew this life all too well and was sure he’d come tomorrow, sober as ever, with an even more creative apology than the last.