“Men communicate at their convenience,” Madeline’s mom told her, and mom knew about men. She married seven of them.
Madeline married once, and her Steve was a joker. He’d bypass meaningful conversation and move straight to a punch line. Always.
Ten years later the jokes stopped.
“I want you to be present when I talk to you,” she told him Christmas Eve. Predictably, Steve ran upstairs and rushed back down with a bow tied around his head.
He laughed and laughed.
So she put him under the tree.
And she laughed and laughed.
She also giggled when they dug him up.