There Has To Be A Loser

...but who would it be this time?

    David had been fidgety since he came home from work.   Over supper we normally chatted about the things we'd done during the day, but tonight the conversation had been sparse to say the least.
    "Is anything wrong, darling?" I'd asked him.
    He'd been staring at the table, a small frown making the laughter lines around his eyes look more pronounced.   At the sound of my voice he'd looked startled, as though I'd woken him up suddenly from a deep, intense dream.
    "What...oh, no...nothing."   He'd shaken his head and smiled at me.   "It's been a heavy day, that's all."

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