The Honeymoon

May 1990 Roger and his wife lay down in bed, snuggled together on the edge of sleep. “You know, Bree,” he said.  “In all the years we’ve been marrit, we havena really had a honeymoon.” In answer, she rolled over on her stomach and leaned on her elbows, facing him. “That’s true, but there wasn’t… Continue reading The Honeymoon