The New Yorker's Choices

Options 1,2 and 3 (part 3)

After Robert's odd encounter with an odd biker gang with strange intentions he got into his blue sedan and started driving home. As he drove through the sunset engulfed county he approached a red light at an intersection where he intends on making a right hand turn. "(sigh) I should proabably call Gab". He murmured to himself. He opened the scratched dashboard and reached in for a small touch screen phone. The light turned green with Robert's head still bent down by the dashboard. BEEP "Hey come on asshole what are you waitn for a freakin invitation hurry up". The man in the red pick up truck behind him yelled after honking his car horn. Robert grew a look of annoyance as he slammed the dashboard after getting his phone and got up to start driving again. He drove down the road into his neighborhood, a calm usual surburban town with nice houses with white to grey wall each with two floors and a large deck on the side of the house for homeowners to sit on and enjoy the view. He soon approached his house with a similar layout as the others only with a three door garage instead of a two door garage. He opened the garage and parked his car inside and got out of the car. He walked over to the white door seperating the garage and the living room and opened it. He walked in and was greeted by an enraged Gabrielle staring at the door, now him from entering the room with one hand on her hip and the other dangling down with no action needed for it. "Where have you been it's nearly seven o clock"? Gab said. Robert stood there holding his suitcase with his newly aquired gun and money and attempting to hold his jaw up at the sight of his livid wife. "I uh had a late shift". Robert said while trying to keep his words straight and sound real. "Oh dont give me that crap your shift is always at eight to six and incase you havnet noticed you an hour late then usual". Gab said even more angry. "Well I uh forgot to call that I was going to be late, the traffic was absolute torture by Mahopac ". Robert said with more confidence in his lies. While walking over to kiss his wife. Then Gabrielle looked slightly less agitated. "Okay fine but dont count on me for dinner, we ordered a pizza its in the fridge if you want to microwave a slice". Gab said. "Okay I'll uh eat in our room I'm tired I'll just watch TV, say uh wears Bruce"? Robert asked. "Oh he's at the game and dont worry, the Unders are taping it for us so we wont miss a thing". Gab explained. "You know Gab I think we should go to one of his games one day". Robert explained while walking to the stairs to his room. "Eh maybe next time we'll surprise him". Gab explained with her mind on nothing but on a shopping catalog she was reading on the couch. After what she said Robert stopped in mid step to absorb what she said. He just shook his head and walked up the stairs. Robert soon reached his room, a large room with dark green colored walls, a king sized bed with a blue fabric blanket and a large walk in closet and a door to a bathroom right next to it. He walked into the closet and looked up at a shelf where he kept his brief case, he put the brief case on the shelf and moved the lock combination on it to where it could not be opened unless you knew the combination. "(sigh) If she opens that thing tonight i'm screwed, hahaha she just has to know the combination". Robert whispered. A light beep beep sounded. "Rob your pizzas done come get it". Gab shouted in a normal manner. "Uh be right there just trying to find the right channel". Robert said while figiting with the suitcase to make it as inconspicuous as possible. He finished up and walked down the stairs to get his pizza. He walked down and picked up the plate that Gabrielle probably picked right out of the sink. "Thanks". Robert said. Gab didnt even achknowledge his thanks. Robert picked up the plate and went back upstairs to enjoy the rest of his evening.