Dariel woke up this morning in a bad mood. His eyes opened to an empty right side of his bed. Ohara was up and about, she had taken her bath and was seated in front of the mirror brushing her hair.
He was still in bed, he watched her do so with a scowl on his face. Was he happy that his wife was leaving for half a day to spend time with their daughter? No, but could he stop her? No.
He was stuck in a hard place, and after ending their argument last night, he certainly did not want to start another one.
He simply hoped that Angelica would appreciate her mother's presence, because he would have to suffer without her for half of his day. He could not remember when she had left the house for long periods of time except for going to the market and that only took an hour or two.
