“But you’re not a bear,” Jess said, not meaning to sound cruel, but unable to help herself. “You’re my husband. A man! A human!”
“I understand that,” I said, staring at the tiled floor, unconvinced. “But… I can’t help but wonder… I mean, is it even–” The absurdity of my thoughts stopped me.
“No! No, it’s not possible!” She turned and ran out of the bathroom.
I heard pans clanking in the kitchen. She’ll calm herself by creating a great pasta dish, I thought. There were benefits to having a spouse who’s the chef de cuisine at D’Allesandro’s in Waterford.
But how much longer would I be able to keep up this charade? As I glanced at the medicine cabinet mirror, my smile caught me by surprise.