She was watching me with that quirky smile…that one that means she’s either up to something, or she thinks that I am.
I stopped what I was doing. “What?”
She smiled and walked over to give me a hug. “I was just wondering what it must be like to have a normal husband.”
That took me back a bit. I’m not normal? What’s she thinking?
I stopped what I was doing…paused, just to give me a chance to look at what I was currently about, just seeing with an outsider’s eyes. What could NOT be normal?
I was about to leave for work.
I had tied my duffel bag on the back seat of my motorcycle.
I had picked up a couple bungee cords to strap my cane to the big machine.
Cane? Oh. Yeah. That.
So why was I loading up the bike, cane and all, to get to work today? Heck, I didn’t even think about it. It was 75 degrees, with only a low of 62 for tonight…no rider could take a cage today.
Of course, it could have been raining and near freezing too, and I’d have been doing the same. It was simply time to ride.
Sigh. Maybe she has a point.
“Well?” I asked her.
“What do you think it would be like to have a normal husband?”
She grinned. “I can think of several possibilities.”
I waited a heartbeat before asking, “And what of them?”
She pulled up against me to give me a kiss…along with one of those very suggestive, full-body hugs. After a moment, she turned and headed into the house, laughing.
As the door closed, over her shoulder she replied, “All of them are boring. You come back to me safe!”
I’m sure there’s something to be said for being normal.
I’ve not the foggiest notion what that could be though.