The Keys by Viktoria Petruk

- Honey, do you know where the key from the Max’s flat is? He asked to bring him last materials for his project until eight tomorrow.

- Again? You are not his assistant, so why do you need to do it for him? And you always behave like that. All he need is to say c’mon and you throw everything. – Ann looked daggers at her husband.
- Why? Because he is my best friend, isn’t he? - He shrugged and turned around. – I’ll be late today due to the work. Do not wait for me for the dinner.
He put on his coat and left the house. “Oh, and this is my husband! He prefers his friend to his wife”. Ann sighed and went to the kitchen. Passing the table with her belongings she accidentally pushed it. Everything fell down on the floor. Her pocket mirror, earrings, nail polish, nail scissors, notebook, rings and … that keys.