What’s a Name?
“Now look—“ Elias ducked another picture frame and listened to it smash against the wall. Sounds like our wedding phot again.
Standing once more, he held his hands out. “Babe, please, stop. I know I was wrong.”
“Who is she Elias? Who is SHE!” Her voice reached an octave that would’ve shattered glass had any been left around them.
“I just saw her in a magazine and made up a name—“ He sidestepped one of her shoes.
“And you call that out? You’re such a…a…”
“Ass? Dick? Co—“ He twisted aside as her other shoe flew past.