Jill commented about my lack of appetite at dinner, but I attributed it to a little more pressure than I wanted at work.It was a mostly sleepless night, made even more stressful by the recollection of a conversation I had with her sister, Allie, just before we got married.
My educational credentials consist of a high school diploma and two years in college before dropping out due to lack of finances.
Being a tinkerer by nature, plus my two years of college, allowed me to land a fairly decent job maintaining office equipment and the like in the thriving metropolis of Minneapolis.
While in college, I began carrying around a notebook in which I entered the type, time and situation that involved the coincidence. Jill had gotten a part time job a couple of months after we settled down in a fairly decent apartment about a half hour's drive to my job.
The half hour would become more like an hour once the cold, dead hand of winter took hold of the city.
The opportunity to take a leak was overwhelming and so into the bathroom I went, and happened to glance into the waste basket by the toilet at what proved to be a condom sitting on top of all the other trash that would normally be found in such a place.
Worse yet, upon closer examination I ascertained that it contained a goodly amount of the white stuff, not yet dried out.
The cast of characters that come and go throughout the story has grown tremendously as well, which may prove to be a challenge to some readers, but is absolutely necessary.
I feel that I'm on the verge of completing this work and believe strongly that this revised first chapter must be posted before "Wayward Wife's Punishment" comes to its conclusion. I was born and raised in the great heartland of America by my natural parents who are deeply religious and conservative by nature.
On a vacation trip to Arkansas I had the great good fortune to meet, then quickly court and marry a lovely girl by the name of Jill. All that remained was to live happily ever after and leave behind our progeny.
Be advised that college left an indelible impression on yours truly that manifests itself often in my choice of words.
The following day I made two costly phone calls; the first to Allie in Arkansas, and after hearing her out, a second to a local private detective agency specializing in divorces.