The God Squad

My proximity makes her uncomfortable. She ignores me, yet it seems that the Mrs. has something to get off her chest. A possible showdown— I anticipate the intrusion of my space. The many glances and stalking felt more of curiosity than trapping of her prey. I illuminate the room. She tucks and cover as I approach her way. I can hear her giggle awkwardly and continue a pretend conversation with the husband.