Owen didn’t say anything further despite Anita’s continued outburst. He watched her carefully with something like military disciplined patience. When she had disappeared up the stairs, Owen felt himself deflate a little and he breathed out loudly before turning to look at Julianna. He couldn’t hide the wounded expression from his face. “I guess we should have just gotten her a dog.” He said with acidic sarcasm. “I need a drink after that.” After that second comment, he felt a stab of guilt for his wife’s condition. She couldn’t chase stress away with a shot or two.
“What are we supposed to do about her?” He walked towards their kitchen fully expecting Julianna to follow him. "Should I sent Charlie up there? Or no?"
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