I look over at the hubby and he’s got a pen in one hand, a piece of paper in another. In his lap is a photo directory, sort of like a mini-yearbook.
I see him put an X near one of the photos.
that girl: What are you doing?… Oh my gosh! Are you marking out people in the directory?
the hubby: Yes.
that girl: Why are you doing that?
the hubby: They are people who have died. (He continues making X’s in the directory.)
that girl: Are you serious?! That seems so wrong. Why don’t you just put a “D” next to their name?
the hubby: I don’t want to accidentally ask how so-and-so is doing and then it turns out they’ve died. That would be awkward.
that girl: That… What?… Why?… What? That is so messed up. Did you put X’s over their faces?
the hubby: No, just their name. I have some decency.
That hubby. He’s so practical.