The young married couple sat at a medium-sized round table with a floor-length white table cloth covering it. There were two champagne glasses that were halfway filled with the bubbly substance. Two tall, white candles burned in the center of the table.
She was busy staring at the menu while her husband stared at her. Every once in a while she looked up and studied the disgusted scowl he gave her.
She finally closed her menu and said, “Are you really going to be mad at me forever?”
“Do you not realized what you’ve done?” her husband asked.
She leaned in towards the middle of the table to keep their conversation quiet. She whispers, “I never actually did anything.”
“Yeah? And I’m the president of the United States.”
“Would you stop?”
He leaned in towards her. “No, I won’t. Do you know what it’s like getting a phone call from your best friend at two a.m. saying that he went out and saw your wife in the same place?”
“I did it for us.”
“How many of those ‘late nights at work’ were actually spent at work? Or do you consider that your new job?”
She picked at the hem of her black cocktail dress, avoiding eye contact. She didn’t know what else to say to him. She couldn’t even look at him. They were about to go bankrupt. She could feel her heart making its way up into her throat.
“I’m sorry you feel that way, but I was just trying to keep our house and our cars.” She said to him.
“What made you think that that was the solution? Maybe if you didn’t buy so much Prada and Gucci then we would actually have money.”
“You’re being ridiculous.”
“How? I have every right to feel this way. You crossed major boundary lines, not to mention you committed sins.”
“How many times do I have to say that I’m sorry?”
“’Sorry’ doesn’t fix anything. You ruined this marriage all on your own.”
She took a deep breath and reopened her menu. “Should I get the shrimp scampi or the steak?” she asked her husband.
“This discussion isn’t over, Kaylee.”
“I think I’ll go with the shrimp scampi. I’ve had a craving for seafood.”
Their server approached the table and asked, “Do we still need a minute or do we know what we want?”
She closed her menu and put it down. She smiled and said, “I know what I want. Do you, honey?”
I just recently finished "The Book Thief" by Markus Zusak. I had no idea what this novel was going to be about going into it; all I knew was that our 10th grade English class study it. Right off the bat I noticed that our narrator was not your average Joe. The narrator is death. When I realized this I said to myself, "Oh this is going to be good." The novel is all about the Holocaust and it is shown from a German point of view. Leisel Meminger's mother gives her away to a foster German family. On the trip to this new family, Leisel's brother dies. So right from the start death is there. I'm not going to give you a synopsis of it, because I think you should read it for yourself. Just know that a German family hides a Jew in their basement for a while, and death is around every corner. That last line of the novel really got me though..."I am haunted by humans."
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