Mourning Beast
"Cleo," Prisana stalked Cleo through the kitchen. "My husband is still alive, is he not? Why can't I visit him at the office? Grr, it's been longer than a week since I've heard from him!"
She peered up at him, expecting him to give in but he didn't. Cleo kept to his duties as usual, cleaning like no tomorrow. He actually had the audacity to whistle to himself, trying to ignore Prisana's words. But she wouldn't let him get away because she at least wanted to see the beast for herself to assure her worries were just simply plain worries.
Prisana poked her face in front of the kitchen stove to catch his attention, "Must I file papers to become a widow? Why won't you take me there?"
"N-No! Please don't and uh...Dane would want to come back home and be with you. The moment he sees you, he'll forget about his...responsibiltiies. That's right! His responsibilities!"