My wife collects functional things, and then never uses them.
I usually hear about new ones when she’s telling Amy. I may be her husband, but Amy still gets to hear about most things before I do.
Yesterday, it was eggcups. Even though she doesn’t like eggs.
“No,” she says. “I just like having useful things around me. It’s what normal houses have, and I like feeling like I’ve got a normal house. Right, I’m off to see Amy. Might not be back tonight. Ciao.”
The door shut behind her.
I look down at the ring on my finger.
Hm.
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