Marriage

Dre, who is at least three heads taller than Dor, grabs her from behind and hug her against my farmhouse kitchen sink.

“How’s it feel to be married?” I ask. I haven’t seen them since they signed the Katuba.

“Exactly the same,” they say, in unison. “The only difference is that question.”

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