The scene- about two months ago. It is a gray, sloppy afternoon and I am cocooned on the couch, gazing up at Don Corleone on the television. Enter my husband. He is coming in through the front door, from the outside, I don't know why.
Me: I don't want to go to work tonight. I just want to stay here and watch my movie.
W: Then stay home. You
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