Adaline
Marjorie bursts into a laugh.
Her ebony hair is tied up in a messy bun. She's wearing a huge t-shirt over her husband's boxers. She's doing the dishes in her kitchen. And she's also laughing loudly. Very very loudly.
“Can you keep it a little low with the laughs?” I say quietly. “Your husband is upstairs, sleeping.”
“My laughs are lullabies to him.”
“He only tolerates them because he's obsessed with you.”
“Kinda”. She shrugs and keeps laughing. “Why are we calling him Tall Tower again? Is he really that tall and big? And how the hell is he your brother-in-law?”
Usually, hearing her laughter fills me with nothing but joy and it makes me want to laugh.
But not today. She's laughing at me. She's laughing after I told her something very serious. My husband's brother just kisse
