Linda shut herself into the bathroom on the pretense of washing up for dinner. She needed to get a hold of herself. She was a woman...not a man. she couldn't keep letting herself act like this. It was like her husband was taking over her brain.
She looked in the mirror. Her face was completely bare...except for a little bit of stubble. She didn't exactly look like herself....or like Roger. And while she knew it was different, more and more of her first instincts were changing.
She wasn't sure what she should do about it.
