sounds like, I would be among the people who were killed.” She tapped a finger against her chest. “You saw the criteria for women. I’m only five-two. I wouldn’t even be given a chance to accept whatever it is they’re trying to promote.”
Billy lunged to his feet and started pacing, shaking his head in frustration as the stress of the day finally found an outlet. “Do you even know how crazy all of this sounds? Absolutely off the wall crazy! Someone wants to kill you because you’re not tall enough?” He gave her a look filled with reproach.
“Have you been home alone so long that you’ve started making up fantasies to entertain yourself?” Getting more agitated by the minute, his voice grew louder and he continued sarcastically, “Oh, and I guess every TV show you’ve ever seen is based on reality” He turned to face her. “Do you know how ridiculous that sounds? I guess we’ll have to start watching out for aliens because there are TV shows about them. Or maybe the people I work for are the aliens! That makes sense, right?”
Sarah stood up with her hands on her hips, her cheeks flaming with hurt and disbelief. “What is the matter with you? Why are you saying such mean things?” It was rare for Billy to lose his temper, and certainly not at her. “Just because I got my idea from a TV show doesn’t mean I think all shows are based on reality. You know me better than that!”
“What do you think is the matter with me?” his voice rose another octave. “I get a good paying job for no apparent reason, and today I’m escorted into the boss’s office by two suits and questioned about a few papers that blew across the street yesterday. My previous partner disappeared and my current partner claims he wasn’t the first. Then I come home and my typically sane wife tells me there’s a conspiracy to kill everyone in the world that doesn’t fit certain standards, and she’s the only one who knows about it. You tell me what’s the matter!” He stopped pacing and looked down at Sarah. Noticing her hurt expression, his lips firmed and he rubbed a hand across his mouth.
He dropped to the couch and put his elbows on his knees then rested his forehead on his hands before taking a deep breath. “Maybe I’m the one going crazy.”
Sarah looked at the top of Billy’s bowed head and stamped down the hurt and anger that surged through her, taking a deep breath of her own. “Let me just show you what I found,” she said as calmly as she could in a tight voice. “If you still don’t think I’m right, I’ll drop it. But you have to see this first.”
“I’m sorry.” Billy shook his head and sighed, his tirade had surprised even him. “Show me what you found. Then we can decide which of us is the crazy one,” he tried to joke with a weak smile.
Sarah struggled against her hurt feelings and reached for her laptop computer on the coffee table being careful not to bump her glass of iced tea. She didn’t expect Billy to just believe what she thought she found—she wasn’t positive she believed it herself—but she certainly hadn’t expected him to get so angry.
She knew he was under a lot of pressure with the situation at work and tried to empathize. She sat beside him on the couch wondering how she could show him what she needed him to see without adding to his burdens.
“I am sorry.” He reached out to guide her chin up and searched for forgiveness in her eyes. “This has been a strange couple of days, but I shouldn’t have blown up like that. I was planning to come home and burn that paper without looking at it, and get on with my normal life. You reading it and thinking it might mean something really bad just complicated my life a little more than I was prepared for.”
Sarah studied his contrite expression and leaned forward to brush her lips against his. “You’re forgiven.” Her lips curved up, forming the tiniest hint of a sad smile. “Don’t make a habit of it,