The couple stirred all night. The house creaked and hissed till dawn.
The next morning, Mike and Ginger showed the signs of restless night. Dark circles around their eyes and a grumpy attitude replaced greetings of “good morning” and the couples usual morning kiss. While having coffee in the dining room before he left for work, Mike picked a bone with Ginger. “Why didn’t you tell me about the antique organ in the music room?” he asked.
Ginger shrugged her shoulders at the question, then said. “I didn’t see any reason too, since I’m going to sell it.”
“No you‘re not,” he said slamming his cup down, so hard, Ginger jumped. “It stays!”
“But why?” she asked confused by her husband’s sudden and hostile attitude toward her. A side of him, she has never seen during the eight months of their marriage. She married him for his mild temper. “None of us play the organ.”
“I don’t care! It stays!” he said before abruptly leaving the house and slamming the front door behind him. Ginger was left alone and completely baffled by the whole incident.
“Ginger, honey,” she said aloud. “The honeymoon is over.”