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Not Your Ordinary Housewife
She had happily-ever-after in her eyes.
My wife Aurelia wasn’t like the other women in our subdivision. The first time we went to see the house before we put in an offer, she clapped her hands together, and the white house began to blush, its roof and panels and doors adopting a rosier shade. Then Lia looked at me, all aglow with a smile, as if nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.
You see, Lia was a fairy godmother before we met, fell in love, and decided to have a go at our own happy ending. On our first date, she made the roses in the vase on the table perk up, their wilting petals flushing with renewed life. The waiter could barely believe his eyes — and then she snapped her fingers, the water in the pitcher turning into red wine. Then she cast me a shy look that I would come to know and love.
“Too much?” she asked, hesitant, as if she were afraid I might yell at her.
I just shook my head slowly, dazed and amazed, certain I had found the woman I was going to marry.
We’d been together three years since then, and every day has been its own kind of magic.
But our relationship wasn’t perfect. Our fights, rare though they were, often ended with lightning and storm clouds — literally. One night when I’d been out too late at the bar with…
