CHAPTER 82

The next day, I had a fridge installed in the bedroom and stocked with everything she craved, needed and wanted-- protein shakes, juices, snacks, and especially her chocolate ice cream. I didn't want to forget her chocolate ice cream. She had called me when I was leaving the office about a week ago and told me to pick up a tub of ice cream for her on my way home, but there was an accident on the main road so traffic was diverted. I didn't pass the route to the supermarkets so I forgot all about her ice cream. But when I showed up without it, she threw a hair dryer at me and shouted: 'How can you forget the damn ice-cream? I called you and reminded you!' 'Baby, I'm sorry but there was an accident so--' She cut me off by throwing an eye shadow palette at me. I wondered why was she only throwing her feminine things at me? I was not a chick; I was not interested in makeup and hair dryers. 'Baby, I'll go back and get your ice cream. Just, please, calm down and relax.' 'I am calm! You w