After 32 Years of Marriage, a Woman’s Husband Refused to Let Her Touch the Cast on His Right Leg – Then She Accidentally Saw What He Was Hiding Underneath It
“Tea would be nice, Cyn.”
I stared at him.
“You offered.”
“I absolutely did not mean it.”
He grinned.
That was my Conor.
“Tea would be nice, Cyn.”
I made the tea anyway.
When I came back, the padding near the top of his cast looked folded. I reached toward it.
Conor pulled his leg away.
“I’ve got it.”
I laughed.
“Since when?”
“I don’t want you bumping it.”
I made the tea anyway.
“Conor, you once asked me to check your temperature four times in one evening.”
