Keith Chapel awoke early, relieved he had an excuse to get out of the apartment on Sunday morning. Cindy had been upset last night when he had gotten up the nerve to tell her he had to go to the Broadcast Center and get some work done on the holiday weekend.
“Look, honey, it won’t be for the entire day,” he promised. “Range wasn’t happy with the first FRESHER LOOK when I played it for him late Friday afternoon. I just need some time to rework the script a little so Eliza can track it again when she comes in tomorrow.”
“Eliza, Eliza, Eliza! I’m so sick and tired of hearing about Eliza Blake,” Cindy cried shrilly. “What about me?”
You’re driving me crazy and I need to get away from you.
Keith didn’t say what he thought. Instead he hugged her increasing girth, kissed her wet cheeks and suggested that when he got home they go to that movie she had been talking about wanting to see. Cindy had been mollified, for the moment. Until, inevitably, the next outburst.
He prayed things would be different between them once the baby came. And he wished to God he would stop dreaming about Eliza. Last night’s dream was so explicit that he had awakened in a cold sweat. The things he was doing with Eliza were things he would never dare suggest doing with his wife.