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That’s Marriage
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He patted her shoulder then, gently. “I can always tell. When you have something on your mind you always take up a spoon of coffee, and look at it, and kind of joggle it back and forth in the spoon, and then dribble it back into the cup again, without once tasting it. It used to get me nervous, when we were first married, watching you. But now I know it just means you’re worried about something, and I wait, and pretty soon—-“
“Oh, Orville!” she cried then. “Oh, Orville!”
“Now, Terry. Just spill it, hon. Just spill it to Daddy. And you’ll feel better.”