It was Wednesday, a horrid Wednesday, in that Wife disliked Wednesdays, as they tended to be 
cold, and she especially hated this Wednesday, because it was five o'clock, in the morning. 
When most people wake up at 5 a.m. it leads them to despise whatever day it was that this 
awakening had happened, and Wife was no different, and today was a Wednesday.

As the day begun, though, to be honest, days tend to not begin until 10 a.m., unless the person 
giving their opinion on this matter is God, in which the day never truly begins, as he's forever
 resting since the 7th day. A girl silently closed her bedroom door in a gingerly manner. 
Gingerly - how often is that word used nowadays? She left a note, that she hoped would say no 
more than she could possibly hope to say, she was a pedantic entusiastic bitch like that. She 
went downstairs to the kitchen, while clutching her handkerchief, but why this would be seems 
unfathomable. Handkerchiefs stopped being important accessories since the 17th century.

She turned the back door key, this leads me to the assumption that the back door key was, at 
this time, actually in the back door, unless this girl was blonde, though it's undescribed as 
to whether she is. If she was blonde, then she had approximately 20,000 less hairs than a 
brunette, but 20,000 hairs more than any ginger haired girl in town. She stepped outside and 
was free. 

She, [whom Wife and Husband had given her most of their lives, which leads us to assume that 
the girl had been born from a teenage pregnancy] was leaving [aforementioned Wife and Husband 
had sacrificed most of their lives, which suggests that these idyllic, unselfish parents were 
also both female.] home [Wife and Husband gave her everything money could buy, so, basically, 
this is a lesbian rich couple that gave birth to a daughter while Wife was in her teens, making 
"Husband" wear trouser.] The girl had left home after living alone for so many years, but having 
lesbian parents probably gave her justification for leaving.

"Father" snores as "his" Wife gets into her dressing gown, she had good enough manners to not 
walk around the house naked, thank God. She read the letter that was lying there, standing alone
at the top of the stairs (though she didn't expect to have a lot of company whilst reading this 
note).

"Daddy, our baby's gone!" cried Wife as she broke down. She was a motherish mother, claiming 
that her daughter was still a baby, when babies are nigh on incapable of turning back door keys 
and also writing notes. "Why would she leave us so thoughtlessly?" She asked herself "How could 
she do this to me?". It's worth noting that Husband has still not actually awoken and is still 
snoring, which does suggest against the rumours of the parents being a couple of female lesbians
(as opposed to a couple of male lesbians, of course).

Wife claimed that she had never thought of herself and that she and Husband had struggled hard 
all their lives to get by.

Two mornings later, on the Friday at 9 a.m. and the girl is now far away from her parents, 
waiting to keep an appointment she had made. This appointment was to meet a man associated with 
the motor trade. This left her mother to wonder what she had done wrong and that she didn't know
that whatever it was was wrong. The girl was having fun with the man from the motor trade, and 
the parents had realised that fun was the one thing that money can't buy. (Though, through a 
similar experience a few years before, they were also aware that money couldn't buy them love, 
which made money rather worthless, they concluded).

One things for sure, the 110,000 haired blonde had something inside that was always denied for 
so many years.

Bye bye!