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Gomez went into his mother-in-law's kitchen to put the pastry plates in the sink. The window was open, and he heard Mrs. Frump's voice coming in.
'He is lazy,' she told someone Gomez couldn't see. 'I think she deserves better.' Gomez heard all the small forks clatter onto the porcelain already in the sink. What was this? Did his wife truly think this about him? It must be, how else would Mrs. Frump know? He himself did not think he was lazy, but what if he actually was and he just had no idea?
He lamented the fact that Morticia hadn't told him but had told her mother. He could've changed his behavior! He would do everything for her! Well, nearly everything.
'There you are, darling,' he heard her speak behind him. Her hand touched his and when he looked into her eyes, she smiled at him. He swallowed. 'I have been looking for you. I want to show you those beautiful flowers. They are thriving!' She led him outside into the garden towards the far back. The flowers were a magnificent, dark purple. He smiled at himself, of course she would like that. Then he felt his mood sour when he remembered that she must think him indolent.
'Morticia? Do you truly think I'm lazy?' Her mouth fell open after his question. She crossed her arms.
'I do not,' she responded. 'Who gave you that idea?' She turned back towards she crowd, as if she would stalk off the minute she had a name to confront them. It made him feel very beloved.
'I overheard your mother tell someone, and I thought it was about me.' He scratched the back of his neck out of shyness.
'I don't know who that was about, but certainly not about you darling Gomez,' she answered. 'Why ever would you think that it was?' Her words boosted his confidence.
'I don't know. I merely assumed.' He averted his eyes. When she held him tightly in her arms, he melted into her.
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