nervous. But, apparently, only two years later, to Jason’s vexation, she had found a way to cope.
Jason pulled his plate from the microwave and entered the living room . He sat on the couch next to his wife. He hadn't sat next to her in almost a month, like this. Work was so hectic and busy that by time he arrived home, if he did, it was extremely late and his wife was in bed already.
Jason always enjoyed his plate of food Christine always so graciously prepared. He thought about change in his life – maybe starting into a new career.
"Babe, what do you think about me finding a new job?"
Christine looked at him. She silently shrugged her shoulders. “Since you were a little boy you started on this path. That makes no sense.” She said.
"I mean, I'm never here for you."
"Well, the people need you to do your job."
Jason's head dropped. His eyes focused on the white fluffy carpet in their living room. It looked white. But, he knew despite its pure appearance resided dust, food, and other nasty things deep below the surface.
Although the intensity of him needing to act on something unknown continued to grow, he still struggled with personal feelings.
"I don't know, Chrissie, I just can't explain it, nor am I allowed to, but I don’t think this job is suiting me, anymore."
"Where did all of this come from?”
Jason shrugged.
“Well, what would you do?" She asked.
“I don’t know. Something." He said.
A few moments of silence passed as the news reported that the HSAS had been heightened from “elevated” to “high”. The reporter stated out of her mostly stoic demeanor that the only detail her station had was the fact that there were suspicions of multiple terroristic plots to take place in the beginning of next year.
“What’s this all about, Jason?”
Jason pulled one of her legs out from underneath her and began rubbing her feet.
"I don't know, something just don't seem right in this world we live in. People are plotting everyday. It’s crazy. Some people say it, then don’t do it, and all we can do is watch. Some people plan it, then they say a date to throw us off – it’s a lot. It’s very staggered and tricky. I just have a feeling something huge is about to happen and I don't know what it all encompasses, yet. But I’m not sure I’m completely ready for it."
Christine looked at her husband who was clearly in distress. Then she focused her eyes back to the TV.
They sat quietly for another moment as the news broke from commercial more abrupt than usual. The news anchor reported that the second consecutive Egyptian president was stepping down after a few years of the Egyptian people protesting.
“Why are you smiling?” Christine asked. “Is that good for us?”
Christine’s question broke Jason’s train of thought. “Oh. Yeah. I mean...yeah, it is. Those people were being mistreated and they fought back. It’s just how democracy is supposed to work. The people have the power. We work for them. That’s all.”
“What was going on over there?” She asked.
“You haven’t been watching? The people; their conditions were worsening. No jobs, really, available -- not enough money even where there were. Their economy was shaky. I mean, you just wouldn’t want to live over there. Their privacy was under siege. Everything. Their government didn’t respect anything about them; they needed a change.”
“Well, sorrry.”
“No, it’s just...I’m sorry. I mean, it’s just -- it has kinda been a big thing going on for a few years, now.”
“I’m just not into politics, like that. I guess I figure there are people to handle it for me.”
Another silence fell, while Jason massaged up Christine’s calves.
"Hey,
Jason pulled his plate from the microwave and entered the living room . He sat on the couch next to his wife. He hadn't sat next to her in almost a month, like this. Work was so hectic and busy that by time he arrived home, if he did, it was extremely late and his wife was in bed already.
Jason always enjoyed his plate of food Christine always so graciously prepared. He thought about change in his life – maybe starting into a new career.
"Babe, what do you think about me finding a new job?"
Christine looked at him. She silently shrugged her shoulders. “Since you were a little boy you started on this path. That makes no sense.” She said.
"I mean, I'm never here for you."
"Well, the people need you to do your job."
Jason's head dropped. His eyes focused on the white fluffy carpet in their living room. It looked white. But, he knew despite its pure appearance resided dust, food, and other nasty things deep below the surface.
Although the intensity of him needing to act on something unknown continued to grow, he still struggled with personal feelings.
"I don't know, Chrissie, I just can't explain it, nor am I allowed to, but I don’t think this job is suiting me, anymore."
"Where did all of this come from?”
Jason shrugged.
“Well, what would you do?" She asked.
“I don’t know. Something." He said.
A few moments of silence passed as the news reported that the HSAS had been heightened from “elevated” to “high”. The reporter stated out of her mostly stoic demeanor that the only detail her station had was the fact that there were suspicions of multiple terroristic plots to take place in the beginning of next year.
“What’s this all about, Jason?”
Jason pulled one of her legs out from underneath her and began rubbing her feet.
"I don't know, something just don't seem right in this world we live in. People are plotting everyday. It’s crazy. Some people say it, then don’t do it, and all we can do is watch. Some people plan it, then they say a date to throw us off – it’s a lot. It’s very staggered and tricky. I just have a feeling something huge is about to happen and I don't know what it all encompasses, yet. But I’m not sure I’m completely ready for it."
Christine looked at her husband who was clearly in distress. Then she focused her eyes back to the TV.
They sat quietly for another moment as the news broke from commercial more abrupt than usual. The news anchor reported that the second consecutive Egyptian president was stepping down after a few years of the Egyptian people protesting.
“Why are you smiling?” Christine asked. “Is that good for us?”
Christine’s question broke Jason’s train of thought. “Oh. Yeah. I mean...yeah, it is. Those people were being mistreated and they fought back. It’s just how democracy is supposed to work. The people have the power. We work for them. That’s all.”
“What was going on over there?” She asked.
“You haven’t been watching? The people; their conditions were worsening. No jobs, really, available -- not enough money even where there were. Their economy was shaky. I mean, you just wouldn’t want to live over there. Their privacy was under siege. Everything. Their government didn’t respect anything about them; they needed a change.”
“Well, sorrry.”
“No, it’s just...I’m sorry. I mean, it’s just -- it has kinda been a big thing going on for a few years, now.”
“I’m just not into politics, like that. I guess I figure there are people to handle it for me.”
Another silence fell, while Jason massaged up Christine’s calves.
"Hey,
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