For the first several Sundays, their boots would remain parked by the front door, never to venture outside the nest. Hers, knotted for seasons at a time, slipped on and off like loafers. His, with laces undone and lovingly tucked inside. She teased him, not only because of her self-declared “fantastic time-saving habits,” but because it was she who had served in the military.
“You missed your calling, Sir!”
He came to her, arms around her waist, her bathrobe.
"Oh, I couldn't disagree more."
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