“Is that a doll? Where did it come from?”
“It’s been on the shelf above your head since before you moved in, Mr. Observant.”
“Really? Hmm. Dolls creep me out.”
“Right. It’s going to come alive and EAT YOUR FACE OFF.”
He gives me A Look and leaves the room to go to the bathroom.
I promptly get up and put the doll on his nightstand.
We are lying in bed chatting. Dottie is running around being a maniac.
“Where is she?”
“She’s hiding under the . . . window carpets.”
“Uh, the what?!”
“. . . (thinking). . .The drapes!”
“You mean the CURTAINS?”
“Yes, those things.”
I grab my phone.
“This is going to be tweeted, huh?”
Of course it is.
This is how we love each other.