122- Gerard's Shirt

Marissa was sitting quietly in the car, just looking ahead. She couldn't get Rafael out of her mind.

If he had been polite in their two-year marriage, now he had become the gentlest, treating her like she was made of glass.

"You are too quiet," Gerard remarked keeping his eyes ahead while driving.

"Nah. Just… maybe job problems…" she glanced sideways and then started playing with her purse straps.

"Being in the job is the hardest thing," he said while glancing at the rearview mirror, "It doesn't give you the liberty of making your own choices. You always have to act according to your boss's mood swings. I used to admire you so much when you started this home-based cooking. And now look at you. Stuck like me."

He pushed the brakes when he noticed the traffic jam ahead.

"But I'm enjoying my job, G. It does give me liberty…"