Audrey leans back in my arms, her eyes sparkling. “Just remember, if you hate some aspect of this week, or of the Christmas decorations I’ve put up, you just tell me. We talk through things. Right?”
“Of course we do,” I say. “I appreciate it, but you know I’m not a fragile baby bird?”
She ignores me. “Like I said from the start, there are no musts, no have-to's. We don’t even have to give each other gifts if you don’t want to.”
“I’m going to have to stop you right there. This is the second time a year, the first being your birthday, where I can give you all the opulence in the world and you can’t protest.”
She rolls her eyes. “I don’t need opulence.”
“Then you shouldn’t have married a rich guy, kid.”
“Jesus,” she says. “Sometimes I wonder if you speak like this to people who aren’t me and I get worried. You’ll get yourself in trouble one day.”
“Yes, but then I’ll talk myself right out of it."
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