“Have a seat; put your feet up. You can sit and talk with me while I paint.” Marsha’s offer to her husband of 40 years was sincere, as was his rebuff.
“Why would I do that? What’s to talk about?”
After he wandered off to do whatever it was that kept him occupied elsewhere, she had plenty of time to consider his questions. Why would he? What was there between them? She’d spent her entire adult life finding ways to occupy her own time. Now he’d retired, she was surprised to realize he didn’t need her. She’d always assumed he would.
These 100 words are prompted by VelvetVerbosity.com: “occupy”