It was the second marriage for them both, an unexpected rush of passion and laughter that had overtaken them, each 60-something and on the verge of becoming fully solid. A honeymoon in Greece had thoroughly loosened them, and now they were unpacking, sweetly bumping hips as they navigated the bedroom with suitcases and souvenirs.

Don said, “Sweetheart, I’ll toss my shirts in the wash right away, so you’ll have time to iron them all before I go to work tomorrow.”

“To… iron them?” Justine turned toward him, holding a miniature Venus de Milo, wondering at its effectiveness as a weapon.

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