My Husband Told Me to “Handle It Yourself” While I Was in Labor So He Could Stay at His Mother’s Birthday—Then I Made One Phone Call
Just:
“Save the messages.”
I looked at him.
“Why?”
“You’re a forensic accountant.”
Then:
“You know why.”
I did.
Just:
“Save the messages.”
I looked at him.
“Why?”
“You’re a forensic accountant.”
Then:
“You know why.”
I did.
