“He’s excruciatingly funny, isn’t he?” says my sister, her tone clearly indicating that my husband is anything but.
“He has his moments,” I say defensively.
John emerges from the piano.
“I take a close interest in my work,” he says, before launching into a crippling rendition of ‘chopsticks’.
At the buffet-table, my brother-in-law slides his hand up the skirt of another guest.
“Bill’s having a good time,” I observe.
“He’s always known how to enjoy himself.”
Our eyes meet.
“Marriage is a compromise,” I say.
She nods and, eyeing each other’s jewellery, we share the last of the Chateau Lafite.
Not a very strong one from me this week, but if I’d re-run my last offering for this photo, The Joker in Our Pack, you’d think I’d gone soft in the head (after my schmaltzy post last week). Thanks to Rochelle for giving we older members of Friday Fictioneers the opportunity of a break, even if I opted not to take it. And apologies to Neil McDon for a blatantly literal take on the prompt. 🙂 Needs must when the devil drives, Neil …