Angela Huth

“sports car but never actually apologised. After that I tried to keep my thoughts to myself - ‘Since we last spoke, you’ll be pleased to hear we’ve made up our minds exactly what we want.’ ‘You mentioned it was a pink and white stripe you might be after, and I think I’ve managed to locate one. Just the job. It would be a question of sub-contraction, of course.’ ‘Pink and white? Oh dear, I hope you haven’t taken too much trouble. Because what we actually want is dove-grey and white.’ – I tried to win his approbation through the smooth running of the house, being a good wife and lover, a conscientious mother, wearing the clothes he liked, giving parties, going on his kind of holidays without complaint – ‘A grey and white?’ Mr Bush cleared his throat. ‘I don’t think we could come up with a grey and white, in all honesty, Mrs Farthingoe.’ – I could never understand how, on the one hand, the slightest attention I paid to another man caused such searing jealousy, while on the other, he was so resistant to my giving of myself, sharing everything as I had believed – ‘I mean, put it like this, it’s not a regular request, a grey and white. People like, more, a splash of colour on their party walls, as it were. As I was telling you last week, the red and white is our most popular, though some people are partial to the blue. But I have to admit, there’s an increasing call for our yellow – canary,”
― Angela Huth, Invitation to the Married Life