The frequent appearance of her spouse at a nearby bar was causing annoyance for a frustrated wife.
“You always seem to find your way back to that tavern the moment you’re free,” she said, her voice tight, tinged with both frustration and incredulity. Her hands were crossed over her chest, fingers tapping nervously, a subtle reflection of the storm brewing in her mind. “Why is that? Can’t you just stay home—with me?…