"Hey Daddy." A quiet voice from under the pillow trickled out, muffled by layers of down.
"Your back!" The voice exclaimed.
"I am, and is that any way to greet me, underneath the covers like that? How am I supposed to even know it's you I'm talking to Angela?"
"It's me Daddy, it's me!" The girl shouted, and throw the pillow onto the floor.
Joseph Reinhold was home.
The Next Morning
"Did you see your picture in the paper this morning?" asked Judith Reinhold, a middle aged woman with five gray hairs that broke her bangs into three
"I wonder what they did with it, superimpose horns on my head?" Joseph grumbled, flicking his cereal back and forth across the bowl with a silver
"Well dear, I actually think you look quite handsome in the picture. It's from when you flew the helicopter to Prague to finish negotiations for
Joseph slammed the spoon onto the table. It bounced twice before teetering the edge of the table and ringing off the onyx floor.
"I don't want to hear about the WRO. I've left it... I've left my work, I've left my dream, and all I ask is that you let me walk away in peace.
Without being reminded about it at home!"
His voice caused a shrill silence in the room. Broken as his feet dragged along the shiny stone floors, fading as he entered his den.
"I really do think he looks handsome in this picture." Judith muttered to herself, tossing the digital newspaper back on the table.
"Angela, come down and have breakfast." She shouted.
Later That Evening
Judith finished watering her daylilies. She knew it was better to water in the morning but because of their disease resilience she often used this
fact as exception for the plants. She wished to do anything besides climb into bed with her husband. Deep down there was an urge to console him, to
caress him and love him and hopefully everything would be better.
But it was hopeless.
There was something in Jospeh’s eyes telling her she could not fix it this time. There was something more to the situation than he was letting on.
He would not confide in her though. Her intuition told her. Something was very wrong.
She put away the watering cups and poured a glass of milk. Her feet treaded up the stairs heavy and slow. The bedroom door creaked open.
“I brought you some milk.” She said.
Joseph’s eyes were blankly staring at a film on the wall which normally broadcasted their television channels.
“It’s not on.” She added, referring to the TV.”
The bed was still.
“I’m going to talk to you about it Judith. Just give me some time.” Joseph sighed, feeling the uneasiness in the air. “Just let me think it
all over and process what’s happening. Then I will tell you like I always do.”
Judith’s husband rolled to the side and his eyes clenched tight.
The milk was warm in her hand.
A Few Months Later
A hot blast of coffee splattered along the breakfast table. A steady stream poured down the side of Joseph's mug and burned his hand. He paid little
attention though. His eyes were fixated on a digital news article:
"Rezoning entire states! Places larger than a nation!" He belted from his seated posture.
Judith came running down the stairs in terror.
"What's wrong?" She demanded. "You're giving Angela a fright for heaven's sake."
Her lanky body rested against the breakfast room's doorway.
"Look." Joseph explained, holding out the reading pad in his hands:
"And look at this Judith." He sang like a madman. "Look at this! Do you see this? They are going to build the new WRO headquarters in Northern China.
China allows a toxic dump in their southern states, and mysteriously they get to host the new center of world power in the north."
Judith stared blankly at the screen displaying the project.
"I'm going to be sick." Joseph proclaimed.
Relocating the entire world’s chemical manufacturing and processing to one isolated area. It would become a wasteland. The idea tore through
Joseph's nerve endings like third degree burns. Burns that would make the sting of his hot coffee seem like a dust of a feather.
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