“I feel better.” Even though it was just a sip of coffee.
“I have got to remember to feed you when you get crabby.”
I am hot and ironing his work clothes on Saturday afternoon and he farts and laughs.
I think, Is this how it’s going to be?
He says he loves my face and puts his arms around me from behind and I stop ironing because these pants are at least better than they were before.
Is this how it’s going to be?