Her Monologue

Where have you been? You were gone so long! And you didn't leave a note or anything, you had me so worried. I didn't know what to do, whether I should call the police or just wait for you or what. I was going to call the police in ten minutes if you hadn't gotten back; what a mess that would have been, I mean, you're obviously OK, you finally made it home. But if I had called and you had arrived two seconds later, we would have had to waste hours explaining the situation to the police and no doubt they would have fined us for a prank call or something, like we can really afford that right now, especially with all these bills we have to pay because of the new furniture and the appliances and the car, and with your job, it's not like we're getting anywhere fast. Why couldn't you have just taken the accounting job? You'd make so much more money and we wouldn't have to buy wholesale all the time. What if we're still buying things from Wal-Mart when we have kids? Babies need good, organic foods! And so do I! I can't get fat and bloated by eating chemicals all day, do you know what that would do to my figure? How can I pay for a gym membership with the money you make? I'm on my feet 4 hours a day, 3 days a week, dealing with irritated linen buyers left and right, and I get such awful headaches - and then I have to come home and take care of you, which is not easy, but if you come home late all the time, how can I depend on you? What am I going to do?