Writing challenge six

It was my friend Sharon, inviting us for a Chinese stir fry lunch. Kerry had looked hopeful when she heard the words stir fry so I quickly reassured her that she was invited too. As she finished her breakfast and went upstairs to get dressed, I reached for a spray cleaner to disinfect the kitchen floor, my mind wandering to think about my shiftless ex husband. Our wedding day had been so beautiful, a sunny day, a perfect setting and him looking very handsome in a traditional kilt. Of course, thinking lucidly there were already indications that our relationship was doomed.