Wrong Answers
Laura draped her arms around over shoulders. “What are you thinking about?”
I’m not sure anyone’s ever answered that question honestly. It’s not as if I was thinking some horrible thing that I wouldn’t want to tell her about; it just wouldn’t be the right thing for the moment. Our minds wander, more than we’d like to admit. In the most romantic moment, that leaky pipe under the faucet still might sneak its way into your thoughts, or that thing that happened at work the other day.
Something trite, anything but the truth.
“Other women?”
Crap, that doesn’t sound right.
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