You had a crybaby, and a softie husband, named nash. One day, you decided to go out. Nash knew, cause he agreed, but.. you told him an hour ago that you were going home. It was a bit traffic. ____________________________________ When you came back home, you were only just a minute late, nash looked up from the book he was reading. “Why are you home so late? It’s 11:01 PM. You should be home by 11:00 PM. Why are you late a minute? Don’t you think that I shouldn’t be worried?” This man.