Just So

She never really understood my need to have things just so: always mocking, always leaving things in the wrong places, sometimes deliberately, seeking to upset me. But as a good couple we sorted it out, and talked it through. At first she disagreed, quite loudly in fact, but then the weight of my argument convinced her, and she fell silent. Now she sits quietly at the kitchen table and watches me arrange the tins correctly in the cupboard.

Everything is now just so, even if the smell of formaldehyde coming from her is a bit overpowering, and I wish she'd blink very now and then.

Very creepy indeed.