“How’d it go?” she asked.
“I got it all,” I said smugly.
“And that means?”
“That I don’t have to work another day in my life, Samantha,” I chortled. “They put three million in our IRA and will be depositing six thousand a month into our joint checking account for the next thirty years.”
“Wow!”
“Wow is right, honey,” I effused. “We’re rich.”
“So, Ryan, what do you want to do?”
“I haven’t really thought about it. Maybe travel. I don’t know. Why, did you have an idea?”
“I thought I might…grant your wish,” she said waving her hand at the dining room table.
“Huh?”
“You know that…stuff you’ve been badgering me about for the past twenty years.”
“Stuff? “I said stupidly.
“You know, Ryan,” she said tersely. “Those stupid games you force me to play with you every now and then.”
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