A man awakes to find his wife tugging at his elbow
A man awakes in his darkened bedroom to find his wife tugging at his elbow.
"Wha- ... what? What's wrong?" he says blearily. He can barely see her in the dimness.
"Honey ... if I were to die and you remarried ... would you sleep with her in our bed?" she asks him anxiously.
He turns and looks at his bedside clock ... 3:14 a.m. ... then turns back to her.
"Hon ... can't this wait? I mean ... what-"
"Please," she says. "I need to know."
He thinks about it for a moment, gathering his muddled thoughts.
"Well ... it's a pretty new bed ... we've only had it a few years so ... I suppose so, yeah."
She considers this, then squeezes him arm again.
"And my clothes? What about my clothes? Would you ... would you let her wear my clothes?"
He glances toward the large walk-in closet, then turns back to her, a little exasperated.
"I dunno, hon ... maybe ... you have a lot of clothes." He sighs. "If they fit her and she wanted to, better than letting them go to waste, I guess."
She pauses again for a moment, taking this in.
"And my golf clubs? Would you let her use those?"
"No," he replies. "She's left-handed."
"Wha- ... what? What's wrong?" he says blearily. He can barely see her in the dimness.
"Honey ... if I were to die and you remarried ... would you sleep with her in our bed?" she asks him anxiously.
He turns and looks at his bedside clock ... 3:14 a.m. ... then turns back to her.
"Hon ... can't this wait? I mean ... what-"
"Please," she says. "I need to know."
He thinks about it for a moment, gathering his muddled thoughts.
"Well ... it's a pretty new bed ... we've only had it a few years so ... I suppose so, yeah."
She considers this, then squeezes him arm again.
"And my clothes? What about my clothes? Would you ... would you let her wear my clothes?"
He glances toward the large walk-in closet, then turns back to her, a little exasperated.
"I dunno, hon ... maybe ... you have a lot of clothes." He sighs. "If they fit her and she wanted to, better than letting them go to waste, I guess."
She pauses again for a moment, taking this in.
"And my golf clubs? Would you let her use those?"
"No," he replies. "She's left-handed."
