Barbara and Dave fought more on vacation, and much more intensely, than any other time in their marriage.
“I wish you’d just shut up about it,” Barbara finally shouted.
“As soon as you admit that this time it wasn’t my fault,” Dave countered.
“Okay, it’s not your fault. Are you happy now?”
“Yes.” Having gained her absolution, Dave stopped bickering and turned away.
Neither of them spoke for a long time. They just bobbed quietly in the ocean, wishing the other one wasn’t there. It would have been better to die alone than to endure each other’s company a moment longer.