It Is Not Funny

Something had to give. She hated practical jokes. He loved them. Fortunately, she loved him.

“Honey, would you turn out the living room lights and close the drapes?” It had just gotten dark so she playfully added, “You know how I hate the thought of the boogie man peeking in.”

There was no answer.

“Honey?”

The only sound was laughter coming from the TV.

“Did you hear me?”

She turned off the TV and listened. She heard the upstairs TV. Sports of some sort. She grumbled. “It figures. He goes upstairs...