â€œI donâ€™t think thatâ€™s it at all.” She said.
She scowled at the paint sample against the wall of the study.
He sighed. The fiftieth sigh against the hundredth paint chip from the builderâ€™s supply store. Thatâ€™s not a bad ratio, he thought to himself. I am handling this dreadful plebeian drama rather well.