“I can make something easy.”
He actually pointed at me.
“No.”
I laughed weakly.
“Yes, sir.”
“Yolanda, I’m serious. Do not even look at the stove.”
“What if the stove looks at me first?”
“I married a comedian.”
“You knew what you were getting into.”
Before leaving, Nathan filled my water bottle, placed my medicine on the nightstand, and texted our kids reminding them to come straight home after school.