She took another shot of Vodka and looked at him with anger in her eyes, “You were with that whore, again weren’t you?”. She looked dangerous and homicidal in that moment. A chitenge wrapped around her waist and a black vest covering her breasts, she stood looking straight at him seething. He looked around the kitchen to see how far the knife was. A precaution. She took another shot then laughed maniacally. He took a few steps back scared of what might happen next.
Later that night they made love like they had never before.
And he swore never again.