Husband & wife Stories

“What happened to the girl who used to walk to the mailbox naked?” he asks casually, dragging the butter knife across his toast with that sharp scraping sound that instantly tightens every muscle in my body. The butter. The butter he forgot yesterday. The butter I got up at six a.m. to run to the store to buy while the coffee brews, and he sleeps peacefully upstairs. I turn slowly, sarcasm practically dripping from every...