‘I was only borrowing,’ she maintains with a sigh.
‘They’re not library books,’ firefighter husband Eric says.
‘All those people with too many,’ Mindy rages. ‘Why can’t we have just one?’
‘What’d you bury in the garden?’ Eric asks.
‘A wish. To stroller through a park. Soothe with a rocking chair. Feed, bathe, dress, entertain. Care.’
This time Eric sighs, turns a newspaper page.
‘Sorry I’ve ruined our summer vacation.’
‘Not necessarily,’ he says.