The Greeting.

She didn’t greet him when he walked through the door. His slump shoulders, and heavy feet said enough. She watched as he dropped his workbag onto the dark wood floor abruptly, then he turned and tromped down the long hallway to his office. He didn’t say a word either. So she just sat curled up in her round chair, starring out of the bay window, clutching to her magazine. Pretending that she was somehow lost in thought, and puzzled from the view outside. She didn’t dare read that magazine though, her mind was too blurred with historic memories, and outcomes for tomorrow.