BB and I were doing the NYT Spelling Bee, as usual. Sometimes we'd have little celebrations after one or the other of us would find a word. Sometimes we'd lament that we were a letter short of a word, or that the word we found didn't contain the required center letter.
At one point, I told her that with just one more letter, I could have had "dogsbody". And I knew that she knew what the word meant. Realized that she knew she didn't have to hide her intelligence and how much that meant to her after her first marriage. She's happy. I'm happy.
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