Louis walked into the kitchen, his briefcase swinging at his side. Mary was at the counter, making his dinner, and as soon as he entered he came over to her, kissing her on the cheek.She turned her face away.”What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked,with concern.

“Nothing,” she replied,staring down at the counter.”Bad day is all.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.Whatcha making?” he asked,curiously, looking into the pot.

“Just some soup.I wasn’t hungry cuz I have the late lunch shift.”

“But I’m always hungry for your cooking, hon,” he said, moving in for another kiss.She tried to turn her face away again, but this time she was unsuccessful.

“You sure nothing’s wrong?”he asked, sounding even more concerned this time.

“Nah, I’m ok.” she replied, stirring the soup.

“Well, that’s good. I’m gonna go slip into something more comfortable,” he said, making an obvious hint as to what he expected later.

He walked past, slapping her on the ass as he went.

As he left she whispered, “Fuck you, Dad.”