The marriage counselor, part one

This story is fiction. Any similarities to real life situations are purely accidental.

They came in and sat down.

There was a tension in the air.

"What are the items for the agenda," I said.

She gave him a stare. She squinted and scowled.

He looked away and shrugged.

I waited.

"Do you want to talk about it," she said pointedly?

This ought to be good I thought to myself as my stomach tightened.

"About what," he said?

"You know, last night." She said.

"We can, I guess, if you want to," he said submissively.

She flared, "She texted him! At home! At 10:18 PM as we were going to bed. What could be so important? What couldn't wait? She's invading our home life. I told you I don't like it!"

"She's just a friend," he said looking at me as if for support. "I've told her there is nothing going on."

"6,000 text messages last month!", she said. "Quite a friend wouldn't you say," she demanded of me.

I shrank back not wanting to get into the middle of it.

But they pay me to be their marriage counselor. A little voice on my shoulder said to me, "You better come up with something or this is going to blow up into something that neither of them or you are going to be able to control."

To be continued

This is article #1 in a series on The Marriage Counselor.