Chris had just walked in with Bee after her soccer game, and I led him straight to the TV, where all he had to do was read the headline, plastered to the bottom of the screen.
‘No,’ he said as he assessed the picture.
I watched his face for a response, wondering if it would be his usual non-chalant, this-is-just-Hollywood-gossip indifference.
‘Wow,’ he said, still fairly deadpan.
I baited – ‘I’m totally shocked. Aren’t you? Aren’t you shocked? He had a heart attack. I think this is shocking.’
He looked at me, the way only a husband who knows all of his wife’s nooks and crannies, could.
‘You love this shit, don’t you?’







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