The crack about “actually working” plucked the string of Margaret’s already taut nerves. She felt like reciting a list of all the thankless, boring, unremunerated tasks she undertook on a daily basis, everything from washing his underwear and ironing his dress shirts to waxing the floors and defrosting the freezer. But the petulance in his voice and his outrageous statement about a book she knew he’d never even read pulled her up short. Was he serious?
