“I’m not mean,” he says. “We just think differently.”
“Nope. You’re mean.” I hold my ground, but after thirty-something years’ of marriage he can tell I don’t mean it. We had long
ago concluded we thought differently about, well, just about everything.
This current discussion concerns a problem about a piece of
property we’re supposed to close on in a few days. Seems that even though decrepit
mobile homes in SC are as abundant as roadside boiled peanut stands, the situations
concerning the removal and disposal of them are so complicated my attorney suggested
we discuss our options off the record.
