Lincoln:
It’s not my fault you ran out of the courthouse before the ink was dry on our marriage certificate. We didn’t even get a picture.
Made me feel a bit used, actually.
Willa:
I AM using you. That’s the whole point of this.
Lincoln:
Just so everyone’s on the same page, if you want to use me while naked, I’m not opposed to that.
Willa:
I’m not dignifying that with a response.
Lincoln:
Fine. Answer my original question, wife.
Willa:
Why?
Lincoln:
Because I just stopped by your house to move in.
But apparently it’s not your house at the moment?
That was an awkward piece of information for a husband to learn about his wife from Mabel’s close, personal friends.
Willa:
Omfg
What did you say?
Did you TELL them we’re married?
Lincoln:
And admit I don’t know where my wife lives? Hard pass.
Willa:
Well, what DID you say?
It’s too soon to have busybodies already onto this sham!
The last people we need to know about this are Mabel’s cronies!
Lincoln:
Relax, hellcat.
They asked if I could help move a few pieces of furniture, so I did.
