Where is my happy ending?

 "You're not a cleaning lady, you know." Justin practically hissed. He'd insisted on going with Carmen to clean Olivia's place, which was a small apartment on a rather bad side of town.

Carmen didn't listen, but handed him a trash bag. She'd get this place disinfected in no time. 

"Well, I don't know what's trash and what's not, you know?"

Carmen rolled her eyes at his comment. She didn't want to argue. It seemed it was all they did these days. Was it the fact that they were alone now that she saw a different side of him?

"When's the last time you've spent time with Randy?" She said, instead of thinking, maybe he was the real influence over her husband. Randy brought out the best in Justin. 

She went to tackle the dishes. Thankfully, she'd brought dishwasher detergent. It wasn't long until the kitchen was clear of dishes. But it was mostly recycling to do.

"Randy?" His voice echoed in Olivia's livingroom. He sounded as if he detested the name, perhaps.

"Yes, why haven't you two been jogging?" She watched him put fast food containers in the trash bag that was on the floor and scattered on the coffee table.

"You know why?" His tone was cold.

"Why?"

"It's fucking January, that's why."

"It's February."

"So."

Carmen sighed. Why didn't she see this coming? He was so ill-willed. Such a strange stubbornness. It was as if he went out of his way to make her miserable. Was it just winter?

She pushed in the vacuum after he'd picked up the trash and told him to vacuum. She put a load of clothes to wash just off Olivia's tiny kitchen. The oven looked brand new. Evidently, Olivia didn't bake or cook.

Carmen smiled, feeling that cleaning was therapeutic. Maybe she'd get Justin to clean the garage. "Oh, that would be downright cold." She shivered with a smile. She guessed the basement would do.