She handles it better than I expected. It's been three days, and she refuses to mention a word about it. Like I said, better than expected. Before coming here, Beck asked if she understood what's happened. He laughed when I asked if he was planning to tell her. His exact words were, "Throw me in a pit of hellhounds first."

Wise man.

It's four incredible days of bliss before she decides to voice her concerns. We're in bed in the early afternoon, after enjoying ...