Adam returned with his fishing kit hanging on his back and a big scowl gracing his face. Alice winced as she heard the door bang behind her. This was usually what happened when Adam came back from fishing. Alice had slowly discovered that her husband who had unlimited patience and sense of humor hated one thing. And that was fishing! But he had to go every month in order to be with his brother.
As Adam walked closer, his smell hit Alice like a tonne of bricks and she covered her nose hurriedly, stopping the poor guy in his tracks as he saw her nauseous expression. With a grimace, he abandoned his thought of kissing her and changed tracks to go take a bath and freshen up.
