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Marion slid the key into the lock, turned it twice, and pushed the door open. She had barely stepped inside when Martin's voice reached her from the living room.
"Did you get the 500 cash?"
Marion paused her action while standing in the doorway, holding the door handle.
Martin never greeted her sweetly. Not even a hello.
He never cared to ask how her day went. Not even a single word acknowledged that she had worked hard and still kept smiling without complaint. She never heard a simple word of appreciation from her husband for taking care of him and their family.
The greetings Martin always gave her were: what will she cook, or to get him beer, or not to talk to him because he needed alone time for himself. He wanted to relax. He wanted some peace. And Today.... Five hundred cash…. That was his greeting!
