"Give me that shovel," he demanded.
I tried to argue with him, but no. "Humor me. No way I can stand by and watch you do that." He grabbed the shovel--I think he pulled it from my hands--and finished uncovering our walk, the sidewalk in front of the house, and the car. It took a while because there was a lot of snow. When he was done, he handed back the shovel and walked off without another word.
I was nine months pregnant at the time and trying to get that baby out. I
I never saw him again.