“What?” He glowers at me. “Nothing. It’s just an odd thing to do, to take someone’s car to get an oil change.” “I’ve been the only one taking your car for an oil change for months; why would it surprise you now?” He’s right; he’s always the one to take my car for any type of maintenance it may need, and sometimes I suspect he’s being paranoid and has things fixed or replaced that don’t need to be. “I don’t know. I guess I forget that we were a normal couple sometimes,” I admit, fidgeting in my seat. “Explain.”
