Bliss(tering)
Donna/Wendy, Penelope, 225 words
“I don’t know how you stay married to that man.” Donna shakes her head, leaving what should be a throwaway comment at the table where Wendy sits, waiting for Tom to change clothes before they go out to dinner.
“To Tom?” Wendy turns around, kicking the swivel chair to follow Donna’s path back to her desk. “Don’t tell me he hasn’t tried to woo you with his my wife is so awesome and laid back that I can have any chick I want routine.”
Donna raises an eyebrow. “Just the once.” She smiles, shaking her head. “And don’t you tell me that shtick is for real.”
Wendy shrugs. “We have an arrangement,” she says, casual, like she’s asking Donna to pass the potatoes. She waves her finger in Donna’s direction. “You look like you’re about to bust out with some judgmental shit, and I really don’t want to hear it.”
Hands up in surrender, Donna attempts to shift her attention to the computer screen. “I just find it hard to believe that a fine woman like yourself would put up with that.” And she’s trying so hard to focus on something other than Wendy Haverford that Donna doesn’t notice until it’s happened that Wendy is on her feet, her hand covering Donna’s, a smile on her face.
“I don’t put up with anything, Donna Meagle.”
