changed my mind,” she whispers in my ear and breaks my train of thought. “We’ll keep this table. It’s monumental.” “I’m glad you feel that way.” “But the drapes will have to go, honey. That shade of brown is so depressing. My feng shui guru says we should always throw out the things that depress us.” The sound of her voice is completely serious, her face a picture of perfect sincerity, but her eyes are laughing at me. I lean toward her. “Then we’ll burn them,” I say and kiss her.
