By the time Roxanne Clark finally came home, a week had passed. She walked in with a large suitcase in tow. In the past, I would have been at her side in an instant, taking her luggage and fussing over her. But this time, I didn't move.Leaning against the doorway, Roxanne frowned at me. "Louis, where are my slippers?"Whenever she came home, I always had her slippers laid out neatly by the door. This time, however, she found me sitting on the couch, eyes fixed on the TV. "They're in the shoe rack," I replied. "You can get them yourself."Roxanne's frown deepened at my response. Yet, a moment later, her expression softened as she retrieved her slippers from the shoe rack, slipped them on, and walked over to me. Then, she glanced at the empty dining table and pouted. "I'm a little hungry. Can you make me something to eat?"Normally, if she said she was hungry, I'd get up and cook for her, even at 3:00 am. But now, I merely said, "I'm busy. Just order something."Roxanne sighe
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