Three days later, I'd finished making the funeral arrangements for my parents. When I got home, I sat on the couch and smoked one cigarette after another.Even with the lights off, I could still make out the family photo sitting on the table. My wife, Nina Sable, was gently resting a hand over her swollen belly. My parents were all smiles, their faces full of anticipation and joy.For any man, this should have been one of the happiest moments of married life.But now, the dream I once had was shattered.The moment Nina walked in through the door, she ordered, "Honey, get me a bowl of oatmeal."But when she looked up, she paused. I was lying exhausted on the couch, with a mess scattered all over the floor. The lingering smile on her face instantly turned into annoyance and disgust."Andrew, I've only been gone a few days, and this is the mess that you caused? Also, didn't I tell you how much I hate the smell of cigarettes? You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"I hadn't even
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