I just overheard the conversation between my Wife India and her best friend Natasha. The simple conclusion of the call was that my wife was going to a...sk me for a trial separation to jolt me out of my taken-for-granted attitude towards her. The plan was for me to stay alone at the house so as to understand how much work it entrails and for her to move into a motel nearby. The plan was despicable and I was enraged.The taken-for-granted attitude of mine was nothing but extreme fatigue from working. "Angel got butterflies in her stomach, "Oh sweetie, what were you thinking?" Angel winced, thinking about what Martin would do when he found out.Mia shook her head, "I just wanted to see you."Angel pulled her close, "I know. I wanted to see you too."People were stopping to stare at them and reality began to set in for Mia as well, "I don't ever want to go home," she said in anguish.Angel looked at her curiously, "Don't they treat you well?" Yes they treat me well," Mia said."Oh Mia," Angel was. “But I’m a knockout! You always said so.”Her hair was curly and dark brown, and her eyes stared down on him with that same shade of green he’d always failed to capture in his drawings. She retained a toned body, moderate in its curves, with thin, long limbs. Before he could stop himself, he glanced down at her dirty running shoes.Not even five minutes and he was already blushing.“The weather’s lovely, and I packed a meal.” She tugged him by the hand, leading him through the airport.“I just got. I spit out a curse at the same time as the man on the wagon let out an almost girlish scream of terror, both of us having seen the snakebats flying toward him.As the man in the wagon fumbled at his feet for something, I took off at a run in his direction. I spit out another curse when the snakebats reached the man first, one of them breathing its numbing breath. The merchant — as the markings I could now see on his wagon identified my fellow traveler as — fell down into his wagon, paralyzed.I.