Banana Bread and knife.
Diana had never liked banana bread. Hated it, actually. But there lay four loaves on the cooling wire. Thomas, her out-of-work husband, had made it. He had sent her a text saying he had a surprise for her. Well, she had a surprise for him. Eleven years of marriage and the damn fool didn’t know how she felt about banana bread. She tried to find some way to be pleased, to show that she approved of his taking some initiative, but she found it hard. It had been an extremely difficult day at work, a day where she felt in her very bones that she wanted to quit, but she couldn’t, and she knew her boss knew that and that was why he was making it hell for her.
Diana paused for a minute. Her boss liked banana bread, raved about it, particularly if it was homemade. She would take a loaf to him. One of the small ones, so it would seem like she was baking it just for him, which was what she wanted the bastard to believe. Plus, she only wanted him to eat it. Now, if she could only find…
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