I don’t ask. There’s no need. I can’t predict the specifics of what’s stewing deep in my husband’s gut on this particular morning, mind you, but after more than four decades of marriage, the quiet tells me enough.
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I don’t ask. There’s no need. I can’t predict the specifics of what’s stewing deep in my husband’s gut on this particular morning, mind you, but after more than four decades of marriage, the quiet tells me enough.