Bert leaned back with a sly smile. “Edna, I have a confession too. Remember my Saturday ‘fishing trips’ for ten years?”
Edna gave him a look. “You don’t fish.”
Edna’s jaw dropped. “You mean I tossed a fake trophy out the car window?”
They both burst into laughter.
A New Chapter of Fun
Not long after, Bert actually went skydiving, Edna bought him a brand-new recliner, and every Saturday, they now bowl together — mostly to keep an eye on each other.