“I will not have it,” Margaret insisted, “I’m embarrassed to have anyone come into our apartment. I know you’ve been working from home since this whole pandemic thing started, but you’ve got your crap spread out all over the dining room table and it’s ridiculous that we can’t use it for meals. I will not tolerate your mess anymore. I’ve organized all of your office supplies and put them inside the credenza. You can keep your laptop on the end of the table, but you need to keep your work area neat.”
Bill hugged Margaret and simply said, “Thanks, sweetheart.”
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Jan Wayne Fields.