Sad Little Cardboard Box (гет)

She’s been home for an hour and in that entire time she hasn’t stopped talking. She came in the door already talking, talked while she toed her shoes off, and dropped her bag on the floor. Talked while she stripped out of her work clothes, and pulled one of his soft t-shirts over her head, and while she watched him make dinner. Talked while they ate it, too, so he wasn’t sure how the food was even disappearing from her plate.
She yammered a mile a minute, like her mother times twelve, and now, in the living room, she’s still doing it, and honestly, he loves her, he does, more than anything in the world, but he just can’t take it anymore.