A Stink From The Portico

Sitting in the portico while he keeps burning his lungs and bloating his liver, gossiping on others' fallibilities she sits in their bedroom, alone in silence watching some trash in the T.V. The housmaid complains: 'I can't clean that place... Oh, how many empty bottles and stinking butts and the floor...wakkk! ' She throws a dry stare at her housemaid and then turns away! Sometimes she gets angry, very, very angry when breaks the bottles and crushes the packets. I wonder whether it would be better for her to weep, at least once. After all she can't be a stoic. There is a saying: that women carry potful of tears on their heads! What happened to them in her case? Later I realized she got inner outlets to eyes from where drip down incessant streams of tears in an effort to douse her red-hot heart!