Marjorie had been married to Greg for twenty-two years, which meant she had mastered the art of the silent bet. Tonight’s wager: how many minutes into their “romantic” Thursday dinner before he checked his fantasy football scores.
“I tipped him your dignity. He said it was fine, but it had a small stain.” adult comedy
The waiter arrived with dessert. A single, luridly red velvet cake, shaped like a heart. Greg picked up his fork. “You know,” he said, finally smiling, “this is why I never had an affair.” Marjorie had been married to Greg for twenty-two
Greg didn’t look up. “Hilarious. Did you remember to tip the valet?” luridly red velvet cake