. hell, she would have known damn well that marty and i wouldn't agree on what day of the week it was , let alone in what bank to put jonas's trust checking account .
i could hear her laughing all the way from heaven .
marty and his bravissimo but kind wife , kim , stayed until the bitter end of the reception . my wife , lauren , was fried from being on her feet for so long . it wasn't a surprise ; history had taught us that her version of MS and long stretches of vertical activity weren't compatible partners . i told her i would finish cleaning up the house . she said good-bye to marty and kim , promised to keep an ear tuned for the kids , who were downstairs decompressing from the emotional day , and she retreated toward the bedroom to get horizontal .
she toched me on the neck , ust below my ear , her last whispered words to me : " don't give an inch ."
marty found me moments after the last of the other guests had departed . he rubbed his hands together and said , " ready ? let's talk business ."
the man was a caricature . i was still tryping to decide of what . i squelched a sigh and allowed myself to feel some hope that at least marty no longer seemed interest in gossiping about his sister's sexual orientation .
the optimist in me consider the progress .
marty gestured outside and told me not to worry , that kim would finish straightenintg up the kitchen . " he herded me bck out toward the deck that faced the continental divide - apparently that was our spot for man -to-man chats . over my shoulder i said , " no need to bother , kim . i'll take care of it later . imean it , don't ."
marty said , " she doesn't mind ."
kim sighed . the volume of her sighing was as exaggerated as the volume of her speaking vopice , something told me that it was an adapation to a marriage where her partner ha d trouble hearing anything at all .
i could hear her laughing all the way from heaven .
marty and his bravissimo but kind wife , kim , stayed until the bitter end of the reception . my wife , lauren , was fried from being on her feet for so long . it wasn't a surprise ; history had taught us that her version of MS and long stretches of vertical activity weren't compatible partners . i told her i would finish cleaning up the house . she said good-bye to marty and kim , promised to keep an ear tuned for the kids , who were downstairs decompressing from the emotional day , and she retreated toward the bedroom to get horizontal .
she toched me on the neck , ust below my ear , her last whispered words to me : " don't give an inch ."
marty found me moments after the last of the other guests had departed . he rubbed his hands together and said , " ready ? let's talk business ."
the man was a caricature . i was still tryping to decide of what . i squelched a sigh and allowed myself to feel some hope that at least marty no longer seemed interest in gossiping about his sister's sexual orientation .
the optimist in me consider the progress .
marty gestured outside and told me not to worry , that kim would finish straightenintg up the kitchen . " he herded me bck out toward the deck that faced the continental divide - apparently that was our spot for man -to-man chats . over my shoulder i said , " no need to bother , kim . i'll take care of it later . imean it , don't ."
marty said , " she doesn't mind ."
kim sighed . the volume of her sighing was as exaggerated as the volume of her speaking vopice , something told me that it was an adapation to a marriage where her partner ha d trouble hearing anything at all .
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