Does this mean, he asks me, that you won’t be going to night meetings anymore?
I don’t know, I say, curious as to his sudden question. Why?
Just wondering, he answers.
He has taken this marriage business and togetherness a bit more seriously I can see, than I have. Although I’ve gone out usually on Wednesday nights just once a month to the same place for close now to three years, he’ll always ask what time I will be back. There is no possessive nature in this man, and yet he’ll ask.
And me, since I think I understand, I’ll reply as if he’s never asked before.
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