“Shud up, Jim,” Zaeda spewed, her little pig green eyes fired up with hatred.
Jim sat across the table, motionless.
“I said, shud up, domn_you!”
_She is not only worthless in bed, she’s stupid and conceited and can’t speak English, too…
“I will not dake dis, Jim. I will leave….”
Oh, great Mormon, she will leave? She will leave? And be deprived of all the trips, and gold, and brainless afternoons with her moron friends at the Ritz?
“Got noding to say for yourself, eh, noding?”
I better kick her teeth in before she makes me mad enough to throw her out the window…
“I dod you behaved, I dod you sh-anged, I dod you are different man,” she continued in her perfectly illiterate, primitive accent.
What a piece o’ trash and I’m hitched to it…
Zaeda was in tears, frantically searching for something to throw at her husband.
Wow! I’ll finish this!
At that very moment, Alfred opened the door, surprising the loving couple as Jim was reaching for her throat.
“Dinner is served, sir, at the Blue Room.”