How My Unbelieving Wife Took The News of My Suddenly Becoming a Christian (Pt. 1)
Anyway, the man Cat left behind on her business trip that week was the Happy Heathen Husband whom she’d always known and tolerated. The man waiting for her at the airport the night she flew home, however, was … well, holding a Bible, for one.
“Is that a Bible?” she asked, after having jumped in my arms, and hugged and kissed me so much it was all I could do to pretend it embarrassed me.
“Uh, yes,” I said. “It is.” By then we’d started walking toward the baggage claim. She stopped dead in her tracks.
“What?” I said. “What is it?”
She closed the distance between us, and fixed me with her humongous brown eyes that always seem to have behind them energy and love piped in directly from, well, God.
“Something’s going on with you,” she said. “What is it?”
See, this is the problem with marrying a woman with freakish, supernatural intuitive powers. I could be just thinking about, say, artic seals, and she’d go, “I just got cold. Are you cold?” It’s like living with Cassandra, the Gypsy Empath.
“No, no” I said, trying to sound casual. I didn’t want to tell her at the airport. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s good.”
“I didn’t say anything was wrong,” she said. “I said something was going on with you. You seem … different.”
“Well, a week is the longest we’ve ever been apart,” I replied. “I’m surprised you recognize me at all. In fact, when you first came off the plane I saw you heading for that other guy, that cop-looking guy. Oh, sure, he was handsome. If he hadn’t been so groomed, you’d probably be going home with him right now.”
She reached up, and rubbed her fingers in my longish stubble. “I do prefer the furry types,” said.
“C’mon,” I said. “I’m feeling too psychologically fit. Let’s go get our baggage, man.”
About halfway through our drive home from the airport that night, Cat said, “So? When are you going to tell me what’s going on with you?” [to be continued...]
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