“Damn it!” exclaimed Jane. She stood up stiffly, and walking to the bed to get herself a white cloth that she then proceeded to cleanse her hands with, cursed to herself in silence.

Turning to you, she sighed heavily, clearly displeased. “Honey, I don't get it. Why do we have to move to Japan? Why can't you just reject that job offer?”

She crossed her arms, staring at you expectantly.