When she returned, I was stunned. This was not my wife. She looked like a completely different person -- a ragged, angry specter with little tributaries of spit in the corners of her mouth. And I was told quietly, but in no uncertain terms, not to use the words "hot dog" again.
When she returned, I was stunned. This was not my wife. She looked like a completely different person -- a ragged, angry specter with little tributaries of spit in the corners of her mouth. And I was told quietly, but in no uncertain terms, not to use the words "hot dog" again.
