The Host

Daphne searched the room for an escape, realized there was none and then laughed nervously at Cas. “Sweetie, why don’t we…why don’t we go upstairs and talk about this?” she suggested.
“Why can’t Du tell me right here? Is the truth so upsetting Du think I might do something to embarrass Du and myself?” Cas asked.
“If Du mean causing a scene, you’ve already done a great job of that” Daphne sagte and she took his arm. “Come on, let’s go”
She dragged Cas upstairs to her room and locked the door. She turned around. “This better be good, Emmanuel. Now tell me, what...

Jack walked the steps to his front door and opened it. As he hung his mantel on the mantel rack he shouted: “Darling, I’m home!”
His wife didn’t respond, but there were noises in the kitchen, so he assumed she was cooking abendessen for him. That was one of the things that made her so amazing. No matter what time he came Home from work, she would always prepare him a fresh meal. And in return he would flirt with every woman he came across. She really deserved better.
“You know that guy I had to interrogate, the one in the hospital?” he said. “There’s something really off about him. I’m...