"Patricia, think for a minute. You can't go out wearing that shirt," Michael told his wife.
She looked down at it. He was right, but what else could she wear? She couldn't go out topless. She paused. Why again did she have to go out? She couldn't remember, but she knew that it was very important that she get somewhere quick. She had someone to meet, or something like that. But it was all fuzzy. She just couldn't remember.
"I really have to go, Michael. Stay home if you want, but I have to be somewhere." Then she left.
Michael stood there for a moment, then realized that he too had somewhere to be. He couldn't remember where ... but he definitely needed to be somewhere. So without any hesitation, he opened the door and left the house.
Neither Patricia nor Michael would ever set foot in that house again.
