âDon, I got tickets for the concert in the park for next month. I hope the weather will be nice for it,â I said to my husband as he stuffed papers into his briefcase. âI do love concerts in the park. Donât you?â
âHmm,â was all he said âWhere is my agenda?â
I tried not to feel hurt by him brushing me off. It was nothing new these days. Heâd been so busy with work lately that he didnât seem to have time for me or anything else. I sighed and handed him the leather bound book. He took it without a word and zipped up his messenger bag. Slinging it over his shoulders, he picked up his travel bag and suitcase. He was off to another business trip.
âI have to go. Iâll call you from the airport,â he said as he headed downstairs. I followed him.
âWhere are you going this time?â I asked.
âDenver.â
âHow long will you be gone?â
Don shrugged. âIâm not sure. Whatâs with all the questions, huh? Iâll be back when Iâm done.â
I looked at him. âIâm sorry, dear. I want to know because I miss you when youâre gone. Thatâs all. Iâm not trying to get in your business.â
He glanced at me over his shoulder briefly before checking...