“Are you sure you know what you’re doing, Dear?”
“Yes. I do. Stop worrying.”
“All right. I’ll go and finish the ironing and then come back and start dinner. You’ll have the problem fixed by then, right?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure you don’t want me to call the plumber?”
“Yes, Mildred, I’m sure that I don’t want you to call the plumber. I know what I’m doing. For goodness sake, I’ve done this sort of repair before.”
“All right, Dear. I’ll leave you to it.” She left the kitchen, a worried expression on her face. When had he done that kind of repair before, she wondered.
She was still worried as she went down to basement to finish the ironing. She turned on the radio to listen to some classical music to relax her. As she ironed, she wondered how Bob was managing.
Ten minutes later, she heard him yelling. Alarmed, she set the iron down and hurried as quickly as she could up the stairs. She hustled into the kitchen and froze when she saw him trying to control the water that was shooting up like a fountain.
“What happened?” she asked. “Why is all that water coming up from the sink?”
“Don’t stand there asking infernal questions, woman.”
“Oh, Dear. What should I do?”
“Call the plumber; I’m stuck!“
Posted for July 2020 Writing Prompts – #13 – Call the plumber; I’m stuck
Notes to Women 
Ooooh! I would want to deck him. *Sigh* But when you love a man, and he’s being a jack, you deck him — with your eyes. 👀
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