It was a lazy Saturday evening when Ida finally realized something was off. Ida turned to Kenzley in bed and questioned him seriously, “Did I have a period this month?” Kensley looked up from his book and blinked a few times without answering. Ida wrinkled her nose and looked away. “Right, why am I asking you? If I don’t know, how would you? When did I last have my period?” “Your last period was almost two months ago, honey.” Ida whirled on Kensley who had just clapped his book shut and placed it on the nightstand beside him. As if reading her mind he explained: “We can’t have s*x during your menstruation so I charted your periods.” Blushing furiously, Ida smacked Kensley on the leg. Even though there was a thick comforter over his leg and he barely felt the blow, Kensley still winced

