I taught my husband a valuable lesson when he made a new schedule for me to “become a better wife.”

 

I stiffened, but as I caught a glimpse of Leona through the peephole, I felt a wave of relaxation. I said, “Kids, stay here and finish dinner,” and then I went outside to talk to her.

I told Leona about Ravi’s peculiar conduct, his message, and what I had discovered in the garbage. As she listened intently, she looked around the street.

“You called me, which was the right thing to do,” she continued. “I’ll examine what you discovered and get it examined. I highly advise you to strengthen your security in the meanwhile. All night long, we will police the neighborhood.

I couldn’t sleep that night. I jumped at every sound while studying security systems for hours. I was jittery in the morning from too much coffee and not getting enough sleep.

I phoned a security firm at precisely 8 a.m. “I need my home to be equipped with cameras. Today. “Next week is our earliest slot, ma’am—”

“No,” I cut in, my voice cracking. “My house is going to be broken into by someone. Those cameras are now necessary.

 

I’ll always be thankful to the delivery guy for making me install security cameras around my house with a note.

When the results of a DNA test on a son who “doesn’t look like” him are received, the wife gathers the family.