Chapter Eighteen
Marital Bliss
Verbal branding suited Kevin. He told her so many times throughout the rest of that day and into the evening how much he enjoyed her calling him hers that she had to threaten to give him a demerit if he didn’t stop. She told him to make dinner and as he cooked, she made out a graph to track his demerits with a red marker and hung it on the refrigerator. She made a list of rules for him as well, showing him her work as she went along. Kevin, though sexually satiated, after the afternoon they’d had, still seemed really excited. She couldn’t guess why, when most of the rules were mundane chores she’d been nagging him their whole marriage to make more of an effort doing, like emptying the kitchen garbage daily, keeping the bathroom cleaned up—she wasn’t usually
