It begins on a quiet afternoon at a country club lounge. A place where people wrap up a round of golf, complain about their backs, and wait for their next game of cards. One man is sitting by himself, relaxed, half-listening to the gentle hum of conversation. Nothing unusual. Nothing dramatic. Then a phone rings.
Except, it isn’t his phone. Not yet, anyway.
“Hello?”
A warm, familiar voice answers. The voice of a wife who knows exactly how to get what she wants.
“Honey, it’s me. Are you at the club?”
He could’ve said, “Wrong number.” He doesn’t.
“Yes,” he replies calmly.
“Perfect! Listen, I’m at the mall and found this amazing mink coat. Can I get it?”
He pauses just a moment, playing along.
“What’s the price?”Continue reading…
