by Rebekah Postupak
Written for 55 Word Challenge
First he built a spiffy body rack behind my Prius. Then he wired super-secret recording devices into my Vera Bradley purse. Now he’s designing (apparently) the most architecturally innovative Interrogation Chamber EVER in what used to be my kitchen pantry.
My sweet handyman husband keeps forgetting I didn’t marry into the Mafia; he married out.