Imagine Mark and I somewhere touristy without children.
There’s no way he’ll go for it, but I hold up the brochure anyway. “You can rent bicycles, it says. You want to rent bicycles and ride around?”
Mark sips his beer. “Not even a little bit.”
“Come on … it wouldn’t be like an …Vaguely forward
I walk into Mark’s office, and he is standing next to his desk, having just pulled his sweater off over his head. I know this because the sweater he was wearing a few minutes ago is draped on the back of his chair, and because the t-shirt he was wearing under the sweater …Bespoke
Mark walks into the room and stands, his hands on his hips, his face twisted with exaggerated thought. He is clearly going to say something, but he says nothing. I sip my coffee and wait. With small considering movements he surveys the entirety of the room, but still says nothing.
I sip my …Vertical leap
Sometimes, she decides again, being married is a pain in the ass. She takes a deep breath as she repeats herself, aware that she is speaking a bit more slowly this time, as though the trouble isn’t that he’s disregarding her words but that he is having difficulty processing them. “The gas gauge …No actual monkey