Holly Winslow: "..."
She wanted to say it again: 'The "sorrow" of a married woman.'
Her husband had become a mind-reader. She didn't even have to say anything for him to know what she was thinking.
And that was one thing, but the most "outrageous" part was that whenever Mortimer Quincy was home and saw her sit up straight, he knew she had to go to the bathroom and would proactively hand her some toilet paper.
Her eyes darted around, and she put on a magnanimous air. "Quincy the Puppy, it's not like I'm making you kneel on a keyboard. I'm not that petty."
She paused, resting her chin on her hand. "The house hasn't been cleaned in a while. Why don't you go back and clean it today?"
Mortimer Quincy: "..."
He couldn't help but let out a low chuckle. "As you command."
