Wed To Hannah

Hannah parades us back intoher our house still refusing to talk to me. "Do you want to spend some time together and learn more than names and phone numbers, or will you leave?" I asked giving her the pathetic kicked puppy look knowing she very well might get even more furious toward me.

"Frank, I honestly couldn't care less what you do right now as long as you're not dead." She sat down on the kitchen table watching anything but me waiting for something to happen next. "I'm going out with my friends tonight." She stated getting up leaving me in this place I've only set foot in today. It's times like this I can't stand her, but if she's not mad at me some time soon, I might be able to tolerate her.

I decided to start finding my way around looking in all those odd rooms with closed doors, though I never dared to step up the flight of stairs to see her room. That's her place to be; it's not mine. Hannah is still only a one-night stand to me, but I had to marry her.