“It’s your wife. It’s yours. Play with it until you get tired of it.” Is that what you would say to your 10-year-old son, mother-in-law? * * * The young husband was a stutterer. A face with snake scales. Hands with burn marks. She took good care of her husband by her side. “Keep eating. You have to eat a lot to be taller than me.” “Hey, do you have to be bigger than Cheria?” “…….” “I, I like that Cheria is bigger than me, Joe…….” But was he too enthusiastic? Where did my husband, who was taking healing products with me, go and become a little crazy. “Are you dead? It’s easier to work.” “…… Yes?” “…… I think people who talk about life like insects are garbage.” Are you looking at me or not?