Lily
About a month later...
"Lily!” MAVERICK SNAPPED. “Seriously?”
“What?” I called from the kitchen. It was Saturday, early evening, and we actually had a day off together, so we were making the most of it.
He walked into view and stood in our bedroom doorway, an armful of clothing almost too big to carry. “It’s called a hamper. Use it.”
“But you’ll pick everything up for me. Why do I need to walk all the way to the hamper?”
“This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be,” he continued to lament as he walked back into our room, returning with empty arms. “You’re supposed to yell at me for leaving s**t on the floor.”
“I know, I know, but we’ve switched gender roles. So I will commence scratching myself, adjusting my sac, and demanding my dinner be on the table when I get home.”
“You’d be
