It’s because I love you.

"It's for your own good, son,"
I said,
finishing off the outside of his caramel apple.

Note : to be clear, the below image is not me and my son. I was also helping her with her apple.

Two young teenagers masquerading as late-30s adults share a single caramel apple at a pumpkin patch.

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.

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