C190 Envy's Grip

Bob dragged himself through the front door, exhausted after the day's events. As usual, the house was in shambles; dirty dishes piled up, clothes strewn about.

Nicole and the cleaning lady had gotten into another screaming match, ending with her quitting.

"This is the third one this month!" Bob yelled at Nicole. "What is wrong with you?"

"Oh, so now it's my fault?" Nicole shot back