Marvin ordered his clothes to be brought to my room as both of us started dressing for work.

“Today we go to work together and I do not want to hear this talk of perception and optics. Anyway, we are getting a fake wife,” Marvin said, smiling.

“Today we are going to see Uncle Johah and we are not getting a fake wife, we are getting a contract wife,” I responded, putting on my dress.

“What is with you and this thing about seeing Uncle Jonah?” Marvin said, asking me like he did ...