Stepping out of the car, he noticed the neighbours directly next to the house packing big, brown, cardboard boxes with what he assumed to be packaged with items from inside the house. They were a quiet family, never caused trouble or made a huge noise, and he remembered a time one day when their young son broke his fence, and they had apologized profusely until he forgave them and nothing came of it. He realized they were moving out, and he was about to offer his assistance when he remembered where he was.
"You imbecile, you are so useless!" Mara shouted, as if to get his attention.
The family looked over at them, and almost as if they were one person gave them a disgusted look.
"Sorry, it's just my wife you know. She really can get wound up sometimes" He said, apologizing for her behavior.
"You barely know them, don't do that." She said to him.
They were fighting in the car about money, she believed that he spent money on useless materialistic things for himself rather than her, while he believed it benefited the both of them. She was very good at arguing, and he rarely ever won an argument. He walked into the house, noting the dead, brown leaves from the over hanging tree on the grass. Immediately as Mara entered she almost darted for the full red wine bottle on the counter and poured a glass.
"It's pretty early still, are you sure you want a glass already?" he asked.
"What are you going to do Tim? Stop me?" she questioned