“If I ever kill you, I’m looking forward to studying your skeleton as you decompose.”
Her sunshine face thanked him for the sentiment.
Leaping from the sofa, he reached for the sponge he’d bought earlier, and started attending to the mould that had begun to appear left of the air conditioning unit.
Watching his immense ivory quads tighten for balance as he scrubbed at the ceiling, she stayed sprawled and serene.
“I’m going to paint my nails pink,” she announced.
“I’ll wash the dishes next,” he replied.