She was rescued by a team of astronauts who told her she’d been orbiting the Earth. After medics checked her, a car took her home.
She did a double-take because she could’ve sworn her house was pale blue, but now, there it was: butter-yellow. Inside, the person who greeted her as “Honey” wasn’t her husband of fifteen years, but a different man, whom she’d dated at the Naval Academy decades earlier.
And instead of five hell-raising sons, diminutive twin girls chirped, “We missed you, Mommy!”