Diane’s remarks had started fading away.

Now I knew why.

“You should have told me.”

“You’re right.”

“You should have told me about the bakery too.”

“You’re right about that.”

I stared at him.

“You’re making this argument very difficult.”

He smiled.

“I’ve been married long enough to know when I’m wrong.”

Despite myself, I laughed.

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