All I can think is... Should I have done anything differently?
I watch his impressive moves and then deign to ask, “To what do we owe this impromptu dance party?”
He spins his hat on one finger — admittedly quite a feat — then says, “Just entered the Powerball, and I am feeling luuuuucky! What should we do with our jackpot?”
I put down my sponge. “Hmmmm. Vacation for eight to Switzerland, obvis. And a garage renovation. Houses nearby for both our parents, wedding funds, tuition funds, and then….” I sigh.
He gives a small smile. “Send the rest to Baila?”
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