85. Snappish
19th April, 2072
43 years

It was all rather cloying, that Art had to sweet talk his own wife. He simply didn't have room to schedule school meetings, or pickups. What, with his working and studying. Minnie had been very snappy, to the point of walking on eggshells. But the academically raised man couldn't drop out of his studies. And Minnie, deep down, didn't want that.

"D-darling, I can't." Art produced a large chocolate flower bouquet.
Minnie snatched them. "Arthur I am sick of this! When do I get time to myself!?"
"Wh-when I'm... finished."

And with that, the flowers were thrown at his face.