“Don’t laugh at me,” Sabrina mumbles afterward, tucked in tight and head elevated on two pillows. “I would never.” “I know you,” she says miserably. “I don’t want to hear a sound.” “I swear.” Sabrina drifts off while I’m getting undressed to take a shower. With the bathroom door closed, I cover my mouth and let out a muffled laugh under the sound of the running water. Because that shit was hilarious. Not that my wife got hurt, but come on. A coconut falls on her head and knocks her the fuck out? I release another wave of laughter against my forearm. Jesus. For anyone else, the odds would be
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