"How do I look, darling?"
Kevin West, tall and darkly handsome, was about to reply, as he habitually did, that his wife Grace looked lovely. It was not so much a conscious decision that made him hesitate; rather it was the fact that the words caught in his throat. It had been building in him for a long time now, as he had gradually noticed the change in his once beautiful wife. In the year since their honeymoon, his tremendous resentment toward her had built and built, until tonight the truth burst forth from his lips like a young race horse jumping the gate...
"Goddamnit, Grace! If you want the truth, you look lousy... dowdy, like some goddamned old maid!