MY HUSBAND WAS CLOSE ENOUGH that I could hear him turning the pages of his newspaper. I was straightening up before leaving on a quick trip. What happened next probably could have been prevented.
“I really hate leaving you, even for a short time,” I called out.
Silence everywhere but in my brain.
“Oh!” he said. “Were you talking to me or the dog?”
It was a fair question. Anyone who knows me knows my dog is among the great loves of my life, which is why I probably should not have paused that extra hair before I replied.
“You. You. Absolutely.”