Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
T wo weeks later…
MY WIFE: Don’t you think we should change our names?
HUSBAND: I like Maren. It suits you. Though, you could be an Angela, maybe…
MY WIFE: Ha ha. I meant…husband. My wife.
HUSBAND: Why?
MY WIFE: Because.
HUSBAND: Memories, sweet girl. They make the lonely nights less lonely. And every time I look at that picture of you in the bathtub, I like to think of you as mine. If only for the night. Let an old man have his fun.
MY WIFE: I can’t believe I let you take that.
HUSBAND: No face, all bubbles. The only people who know who it is? Us. Our secret. And I’ll delete it if you want me to.
MY WIFE: If you could see me sigh. How are you so sweet and still single?
HUSBAND: Don’t let my wife hear you say that. She’s the jealous type.
MY WIFE: Oh, she is?
HUSBAND: Absolutely. I’d let you meet her, but I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Unless it’s on your list? I still don’t know number one, eight, or ten.
MY WIFE: A wife has to have her secrets. Pick a color.
HUSBAND: If only you’d send me other pictures of things not nail polish. The dark one.
MY WIFE: You first.
HUSBAND: *sends selfie of husband lying in bed, naked from waist up*
HUSBAND: Your turn, Wife.
MY WIFE: *sends selfie in t-shirt falling off one should and hair in a messy bun*
HUSBAND: Beautiful.
MY WIFE: HA HA
HUSBAND: I’m serious. I’ve seen you with your make up a mess, all made up, and this is my favorite.
MY WIFE: Too bad I’m married.
HUSBAND: I was thinking the same thing. Good night, sweet girl.