Chapter 38 – Wife Mode

• The next few hours move quickly mostly because…well, because I don’t let myself think about much. Instead, I get busy.
• “Iris,” Frankie moans as I push past him into his room, starting to scoop clothing off of the floor and throwing it into a hamper. “Please, Iris – you can’t just channel all of your emotions into chores –“
• “Yes I can, Frank!” I call over my shoulder, opening his closet and gasping when I see the pile of dirty gym clothes there.