I was waiting in vain for a phone call from my agent. I1him several times, but each time his secretary told me he was in a meeting and that he would phone me2. So I waited on, but there was still no call. Three3passing by, I became more and more impatient. I was4that my agent didn't care about my work, and he didn't care about me. Overcome with that5,I started to shout at the phone, "Let me wait, will you? Who do you think you are?"
At that time I didn't realize my wife was6. Without showing her surprise, she rushed in,7the phone, tore off the wires, and shouted," Yeah! Who do you think you are? Bad8!" And she swept it into the wastebasket.
I stood watching her,9. What on earth?
She stepped to the doorway and shouted at the rest of the house," Now hear this! All10in this room — if you do anything to11my husband, out you go!" Then she turned to me, kissed me, and said12," Honey, you just have to learn how to take control." With that, she left the room.
After watching a13woman rushing in and out, shouting at everything in sight, I noticed that something in my mood had14. I was15. How could I have trouble with that phone? Twenty minutes later my agent did call. I was able to listen to him and talk to him patiently.
