She popped open a chilled bottle and sculled down an overflowing glass of bubbly to calm the adrenaline rush she got after making expensive purchases.
It’s 2:30pm, soon she would need to pick up the kids from school. She hurried down the basement with bags of luxury fashion items from Madison Avenue and stuffed them in the empty archive boxes. On her way out to do the school run, she intercepted the mails addressed to her from debt collecting companies.
She had been waiting anxiously till the front door opened when the clock had just struck 8pm. His presence gave her great relief for another week of pay cheque to maintain their facade.