Hubert's Mind Was Made Up

The linoleum was like a gift brought from some foreign place. If it hadn't already been in the house, she would never have owned it. She walked possessively around on it. I never want to leave this house, she said. Hubert got out of his chair and walked to the door. His mind was made up. But even so, he hesitated before opening the door. He scrubbed his hands vigorously and smashed cold water on his face. Now he would go straight down to the kitchen and have it out with Rose. It was only a matter of finding the right thing to say.