"Do you have a wife?", Bea remarks to my husband as she strokes his arm.
"Would she mind if you had a girlfriend?" Now she's trying to hug and kiss him.
My husband laughs, yet it's somehow really creepy. And every new day that she sees him
she somehow remembers to ask him if he is married. She forgets who I am, yet always seems to remember
her feelings for my husband. I would never have thought this would happen in a thousand years.
Dinners are now filled with surprise.
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