“Next to your deadbolt key for the front door. See you around eleven.” She hangs up.
I don’t understandwhat she means, at first. Finally, as I process what she said, I look and, sure enough, there’s a new key there.
I havenoidea when she put it on my keyring.
They’reliterallyin my pocket all day at work.
She couldn’t have snuck in last night to do it, because I would’ve heard her disarm the alarm and rearm it. Because I didn’t sleep.
That means sometime this week she must have done it.
Once again, she’s still about five steps ahead of me.
Whichabsolutelyis why I have to have her as my chief of staff.
As I stare at the tiny key, I start laughing, all hints of my previous anger…gone.
I’m still laughing as I text her.
I’m sorry. I love you. Thank you for putting up with me.
She responds with the blowing a kiss emoji, followed by—
Dumbass. I love you, too.
Anda winking emoji.
