My head is throbbing.
This is a never-ending day. Full of victory, yes.
But so tiring.
I wonder how Luther is doing at home.
Has he curled up in my closet, driven out of his mind by the scent?
Or is he in a cold shower, trying to get rid of my trace? Only to bounce back to my shampoo and body wash.
He could be a trembling incoherent mess on my bed, ruffling out my Egyptian sheets.
Hang on there, my puppy. I'll come home to you as soon as I put a leash on your daddy too.
"Father-in-law? You want me to give you my son in front of the media? To you?"
His low, guttural chuckle filled the empty deposit.
I leaned my head to the side, looking at him.
I always knew our politicians are not the brightest minds out there, but this was ridiculous. A mindless worm like this?
My poor wife, is this really the man that made you so undeniably, beautifully broken?
I smiled. I always do when I am in front of inferior monkeys like him.
