A Traditional Role

“I don’t want you to tell me what to do, but I need you to put me in my place sometimes.”

Years later she would deny having said it and accuse him of revisionist history. He would laugh and stare at her, knowing she knew he knew.

“I only let you think you are the boss. Women only control part of the house and the household. I am king of the rest and you like it.”

She’d deny having ever felt like that, but he knew better because he was there and he remembered.

So did she, even if she lied to herself about it.

Still, he smiled because they had a partnership. It had worked for them and it could work again. They could be equals because they had the right stuff, even if sometimes she was an idiot about things.

He made a mental note to remember to duck.

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