“Keep your money, mitt hjärta. I am not afraid of your ire. Besides, a print of jeune homme triste dans un train would look wonderful next to Karolina’s retrospective on rainbow unicorns.” He leaves me there, clicking off one of the lamps as he walks away. Did that gorgeous professional hockey player just weave English, French, and Swedish into a clever comeback about Dadaism? Well, if I wasn’t already in love with my not-so-fake husband, I am now.
