Both of us look at Cookie at the same time, but Juni says, “His first word was tie. I married him under false pretenses.” She struggles to keep a straight face.
I ask, “Why’d you tell Juni my first word was leaf?”
She takes a sip of wine and winks. “Sometimes destiny needs a helping hand.”
Wrapping my arms around my wife, I give her a kiss on those delectable lips and say, “It all worked out in the end.”
“It sure did.”
The End