“What do you want to do for your birthday?”
He leans his elbows on the table and sets his eyes matter-of-factly on his wife. “The Black Forest.”
She holds her head to the side. “Germany?”
“Do you know where there’s another?”
“Well, no. I thought you’d want to go bowling or something, not fly halfway across the globe.”
“It’s always been on my bucket list,” he says.
She takes their empty plates to the kitchen sink and looks confusingly back at her husband. Another layer unfolds, revealing a man she realizes she barely knows after thirty-seven years of marriage.
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