This is a little satire of one of Fio's unsold (but prize-winning) romances.
“Oh, golly gee willikers, Mik. Fancy running into you out here on a street island asking for God’s blessing. Come home with me and I’ll fix you up some hot chocolate and cookies.”
“What a sweetheart you are, Sigrid. I’m sorry I shocked you so much by guzzling so much milk that you divorced me.”
“Thank nothing of it, honey. I forgive you. Besides, caring person that I am, I regularly pick up stray dogs, feral cats, and dirty, dangerous-looking men. In fact, last week—uh, never mind.”
“By the way, have I mentioned that I’m now a best-selling author, making at least ten times your salary? And that I want to explore us getting back together again?”
“Ooh, Moneybags--I mean Mik. I love you all over again, and not because of you’re rich
and famous, of course, heh-heh, but because of our new relationship: no conflict, no personalities, no drama.”
“Right on, babe. No conflict, no personalities, no drama. In fact, we’re dull as dishwater. No story here!”
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