“See? They said they never fight,” the mother-in-law whispered in her husband’s ear, watching their son and his wife exchange heated words.
“Honey, let’s step into the other room for a moment please,” the wife said sweetly, though her eyes carried a weight that made her husband’s throat tighten. He followed her without protest.
The moment the door shut, her tone sharpened. “On your knees. Now.”
He dropped instantly, head bowed, his breath quickening.
“Who makes the decisions in this marriage?” she asked, her voice low, deliberate.
“You do, Mistress.” He pressed his lips to her feet.
“I can see you disagree with my approach. Do you think your approach is better?”
“Do you think your approach is better?”
“Yes Mistress, I do”
“Do you think yours is better or do you know yours is better?” she asked
“I think, Mistress.”
“Do you foresee any problems that my approach might cause?”
“No Mistress.” He pressed his lips to her feet again.
Her eyes softened just slightly.
“Good. We’ll do it my way, then. And I expect nothing but full support when we go back out there.”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you for considering my opinion.”
When they returned to the living room, the parents exchanged puzzled glances.
“How did you settle it so quickly?” the mother-in-law asked.
The wife smiled. “We just understand each other.”
