Sunburn

One recent sunny Saturday morning we went to our corner coffeeshop for a quick bite and then to the garage to get the car for our weekend drive to Connecticut. My fair-skinned husband put the convertible top down and following doctor’s orders, ┬árubbed sunscreen on his face. Noticing he had missed a dab on his earlobe ┬áI reached over and rubbed it in for him. We pulled out of the garage and as he drove I found myself scrutinizing my husband’s profile, as wives in passenger seats...

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