Cutting Scenes - The Fine Line

that there were ants everywhere. He walked to his large kitchen
table, a solid mahogany beauty that had been a wedding present,
and slammed his open palm down hard upon it, again and again,
turning his hand over after every slap and then wiping the
results onto has pants-leg, before continuing his one-handed
assault. He only stopped when his wife walked over and grabbed
his forearm. “Honey, why don’t you just take a shower and I’ll
get rid of the ants for you.”
Ross glared at his wife and then at the innumerable ants
spread throughout the kitchen and dining room, then shrugged his
shoulders, seemingly calming down, but only on the surface.
“Fine, what the hell, it’s only midnight and I ain’t gotta
get up till six in ah morning.” He stormed towards his bathroom,
warily eying the ants, which seemed to be everywhere, now. He
knew that no one could get rid of the little buggers, much less
his wife of less than a year, but, as he stepped into the shower
he smiled smugly; this would finally teach her something, as she
was always complaining about all the pollution and how it, and
progress, were so dangerous. She was against nuclear power and
had history, such as the near meltdown at Three Mile Island in
1979, to solidify her nature-first philosophy but her lectures
on the environment drove him crazy.
Stephen Ross stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel
around his waist, hurrying out of the bathroom and into the
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