“How do you think?”
“I want to know.”
“As husband and wife,” I said. “You don’t think we’d have got the cabin otherwise, do you?”
“You think I’m terrible, don’t you.”
“No, I think you’re nice.”
She said, “Wait here, Donald. I’ve got some Kleenex in the car. Where’s the key?”
I gave her the key. “The car doors are locked, honey.”
She said, “I’m glad I was sick. Now I’ll feel better in the morning. How do you feel?”
“Swell.”
She said, “We shouldn’t do this.”