There was a piece of dirt on her skirt and she picked it off with a look of disdain before looking at her husband standing in the doorframe looking at her with a funny look on his face.
"What? I got the fluff off!," she said defensively. She knew that there wasn't any other dirt on her. "This? Oh its for Goldstein. I'm going to send it to him so that he can grow a spine of his own."
She'd have sent him a pair of balls but the small annoying voice in the back of her head which was beginning to sound more and more like Michael told her that it would be a bad idea.
"Blah blah blah, I have to be nicer to Goldstein? Why?"