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Oh, It's Been So Much Fun
After twenty years together, the inevitable happened: my wife and I started to look like each other. My God, I thought one morning as I stared into the bathroom mirror, I’m really starting to look like her, especially around the mouth. And since she is far more attractive than I am, at first I didn’t mind. I noticed that the odd female gaze lingered somewhat longer than usual and that people on the whole were friendlier to me. Smiles were abundant, kindly nods common. It was nice. Of course I said nothing about it to the wife, that she was starting to look like me—and admittedly, I wasn’t really sure how I felt about it. I’ve never liked my appearance and have done little to improve or maintain it over the years. One day my wife asked me why I was staring at her and, tired of keeping the secret to myself, I told her what I saw. Is that good or bad? she asked with some alarm, and I said that it was neither good nor bad, but it had led me to question her judgment.
Salvatore Difalco is the author of five books, including The Mountie at Niagara Falls (Anvil Press, 2010), a collection of micro fiction.
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