The Greedy Octopus

Speaking of the devil, Noreen sneered as she heard the movements of her husband behind his bedroom door. He would be coming out in a moment, tie perfectly tied around his turkey twaddle neck. Oh, if he would just die, have a wreck on the way to Wilmington, choke on a chicken bone, anything. She turned to greet him as he lumbered into the kitchen. A smile stretched across her face; she tiptoed to receive a kiss on the cheek.

“Be back in a few hours. What are we having for dinner?”

“I think Lucy said something about Oyster stew yesterday.”

“Have her make some of those hush puppies. Best I ever ate.”

Noreen watched as he stepped through the doorway. She studied his body as he slowly moved down the stairs to the driveway. “Maybe he’ll miss a step. Maybe he’ll tumble down and break his ever-loving neck.” As he drove away, she closed her eyes to the confusion of wanting the man she had lived with for so long to die, and wanting love in her life once again. The thoughts scared the hell out of her.