The Wasp, a Wasp in the House

When he pulled the curtains, the window was wide open. The inflated castle was still out there. He could see it clearly under the street light. But there were no children now. A current of excited anger was rising up through his blood. And a strange, almost comical noise came from somewhere inside him. Didn't they say that a woman in love burned the dinner, and that when she no longer cared, she served it up half raw? It was something he could say, something he could call her.