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MB emerges from the downstairs bathroom. I am just sitting there, bored, so I demand, all shrill:

“All right. So …. where is this headed?? What do you see happening between us??”

“Oh, you know. A little of this. A little of that. No big whup.”

There are hand gestures involved on “this” and “that,” but not the ones you might expect.
I explode in laughter and he just says what we always say when one of us trumps the other, “Annnnnnd ….. scene.”

He walks upstairs and leaves me sitting there, defeated.

Drat him, anyway.