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In fact, he might get angry if I do anything without checking with him first. Is there any chance I could take your number, and call you back after we have had a chance to talk?"

"Of course you can. Do you have a pencil and pad?"

"Wait a moment, I need to get a pencil. There we go."

"My phone number is area code 512 and the phone number is 299 3232. And again, my name is Tracy Shaw. What if I go ahead and book you for this Friday, and if your husband has any questions, have him give me a call. If I don’t hear from you, I will assume you will be hear Friday night."

"Tracy, I have one more question."

"Yes"

"Where are you located?"

Both of them laughed. "Do you know where Martinsville and highway 29 is located?"

"Yes, isn’t Martinsville just west of Bradson?"

"That’s correct, you will want to go west out of Martinsville, on highway 29, about 20 miles. You will see Mountain View on the left side of the road. You can’t miss us."

"Thanks Tracy, and I really hope we get to come."

"Marsha, I am looking forward to meeting you in person. See you Friday night."

Marsha dreaded telling John about what she had done, but that weekend would mean a lot to her. What if she slipped it in during dinner? John is usually a lot nicer when he has something in his mouth. Maybe that’s because it makes it hard for him to yell. Although, the last time she told him something he didn’t want to hear, was when she told him her sister was coming for the weekend, boy was that a disaster. He shouted foul things about Emma, knocked over his water, and broke a dish. The entire evening was very unpleasant, but what was most important, was that Emma got to spend the weekend. He may yell and break things, but if she got the chance to talk with him about his behavior, it would be worth it. Maybe if she fixed his favorite meal, which would help soften things up. Getting up, she walked into the kitchen to clean up the breakfast mess and make sure she had all of the ingredients to cook dinner. While she was in there, the phone rang again. Picking up the phone she wondered; now, who could this be?

"Marsha, I’m home. What’s for dinner?"

John always sounded like a bull elephant coming through the front door, rather than a man coming home from work. For sure, he never had to say, ‘I’m home’ because a thief would never make that much noise, only he would.

"What’s that smell? Is that corn beef and cabbage?"

Marsha walked out of the kitchen. "Yes it is, I fixed it just for you."

John looked at her and said in a gruff tone, "Emma’s not coming again, is she?"

Marsha laughed lightly, "No silly, I just wanted to make you happy by fixing something I know you really like".

John wasn’t sold. Marsha hated corn beef and cabbage, so why would she fix something she hated, unless she wanted something. The guys at work try this all the time. When they want a day off, they do things like calling him sir, or tell him how great of boss he is, then they ask for the time off. They never ask for what they really want. It’s for sure they wouldn’t get it, but at least they could be man enough to ask for it. Somehow, she must have learned this form of being sneaky, from the workers.