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The Better Pill
Never underestimate the power of thought
“You jerk!” Angie shouted. She stomped across their bedroom floor.
Between her shouting and stomping, Cyrus thought the mirror above their bureau would shatter. He was certain that the elderly couple in the adjacent apartment heard her, too, and were moments away from pounding against the wall. He’d never seen Angie so angry, not even when she believed he was having an affair with his intern.
Angie had also never hit him before. Her slap sounded like thunder, and his cheek stung like lightning had pierced it.
“You’re an asshole.”
Cyrus rubbed his cheek. He might have to apply makeup before going to work. He checked his watch. Thirty-five minutes until he needed to leave to catch the train. “I’m sorry — ”
“You don’t look sorry.” Angie stormed back across the room to her side of the bed. “You look like you’re studying your watch. What is it? You need to get to the office early so you can screw that intern of yours before anyone else arrives?”
“Hey. That’s not fair. I’ve never slept with — ”
“I’ll tell you what’s not fair.” Angie snatched the Sony alarm clock and hurled it against the wall.
Cyrus jumped.
