"Thank you ever so much, I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you for your... help."
"Forget about it, Sonya. Despite how horrible all of this must have been for you, I'm glad I was able to flex my old skills again. Finally wipe that 26 year old marker off my ledger. I still owed your wife for uh... on second thought, forget I said anything."
"Why does everyone keep calling her my wife?!"
"You mean you two aren't married?"
"No!"
"... Really?"
"I'm married! To my husband! Harry! Who is probably worried sick about me!"
"Huh."
"Why is everyone always so surprised when I tell them that?!"
"Because she still looks at you with those same eyes. Eyes that shout that you are her everything."
What is a writer?
A miserable little pile of words!
Call me MP or Miz
Fiction attempted, with various levels of success.
Yes, I do need help, thank you for noticing.
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