 Which doesn't describe how Molly feels towards her husband?
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] When I got home from the office, I was not so much tired as beaten down, but the effect is similar. I got dressed and went into the living room, and wished ardently that my wife Molly were here to tell me why the whole place looked so woebegone. I didn't notice the impending rain storm and had no umbrella when I reached the sidewalk, to find myself confronted with an almost tropical downpour. During the day, by actual count, I heard the phrase "I'm just spitballing" eight times, and another Madison Avenue favorite, "The whole ball of wax," twelve times. There you have what is known as the Advertising World, the Advertising game or the advertising racket, depending upon which rung of the ladder you have achieved. Psychiatry tells us that some people are accident-prone; I, on the other hand, seemed recently to be coincidence-prone, fluke-happy, and except for the alarm clock, I'd had no control over what had been going on. I went into our little kitchen to make a drink and reread the directions Molly had left, telling me how to get along by myself until she got back from her mother's in Oyster Bay, a matter of ten days. My wife used to be a trained nurse and she is quite convinced that I cannot take a breath without her. My drink was gone and I went back to the kitchen and read Molly's notes again to see if they would be like a letter from her. I was thinking about this decorative fact when I saw that as they were making a turn, they seemed to bunch up together. Since our building is usually very well behaved, I was astonished to hear what sounded like an incipient free-for-all, and among the angry voices I recognized that of my neighbor, Nat, a very quiet guy who works on a newspaper and has never, to my knowledge, given wild parties, particularly in the late afternoon. There were four men confronting him, evidently torn between the desire to make an angry exit and the impulse to stay and beat him up. "Here!" he said, holding out a deck of cards, "For Pete's sake, look at 'em yourselves if you think they're marked!" All I know is five straight...."
 wishes he was less clumsy
 wishes he was less clumsy  loves him dearly  worries about him when she's gone  likes taking care of him