"It's for your own good, son,"
finishing off the outside of his caramel apple.
HOMAGE TO HUMPHREY AND KATHERINE.
When you fall asleep at midnight sharing a narrow couch with the person you've been married to for eleven years then wake up at 6.45 and realise you've had a pleasant night's sleep anyway (or because of), you know you're bunking with the right person. Also, we've been watching The African Queen and
I want to get a boat.
We could sail and sail, Countess Becca. Let's keep an eye on Craigslist. The Amazon awaits. Or perhaps the Columbia first, for practice.