Tuning the Rig
We had not had sex since living together in the mountains. Back then, we had had a lot of it for fun, not trying to get pregnant. The fun had played out, the romance ended another failed experiment in bliss. Now we were married with no ambition to be in love, only to procreate. Betsy […]
Name Change
We were hungover leaving the yacht broker’s house. I asked Betsy to drive and opened the car door, letting her in. Closing the door, I walked around to the passenger side, climbed in, and asked her to marry me in so many words, “Do you still want to do this whole thing? Have children and […]