Sandy in Her Tub
Sandy Reuben is having a good soak before going out that evening for dinner at her parents’, when Jeffrey, her husband, knocks, enters, and sits on the edge of the tub. Sandy looks up from her copy of Vogue.
“No need to wear a necktie tonight,” she says. “They’ll be just the four of us for dinner.”
“I wasn’t planning to,” Jeffrey replies. “In fact, I’m not planning to go at all.”
Sandy drops the magazine outside the tub.
“We accepted this invitation two weeks ago.”
“I’ve been unhappy in this marriage for a long time,” Jeffrey says. “I’m out of here.”
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