After I got home from volunteering with the church group at the bratwurst stand during the very loud concert of a band I had never heard of, Primo told me about his meeting with Samantha that afternoon.
They had gone running together - six miles - and then she had changed clothes and cleaned up in our bathroom. "Is that why the mirror had water splashes all over it?" I asked.
Primo nodded. "She felt bad about that."
I wondered to myself why Primo hadn't just gotten a paper towel and the Windex after she left, but then I remembered that he is the man who has put the dirty dishes in the oven to keep them from the cats until I get home.
If I get a job so he can quit his and campaign full time, putting the dirty dishes in the oven will no longer be an option. At least, not for him.
"So how was it?" I asked.
"She thinks that I need to promote the fact that I'm married to someone from the other side rather than hide it."
My jaw dropped. "Oh she does, does she?"
"Yes!" he answered.
"You mean like I've been telling you to do for the past two months? Like that?"
He looked puzzled. "What do you mean?"
"What do I mean?! I mean I suggested that a long time ago! I suggested you portray our differences as a positive thing rather than trying to hide them! You've been worried about it and I told you that rather than worry - because there is no way to hide the fact that I do not share all your beliefs - that you use it!"
"I don't remember," he mused.
"WHEN MY SISTER AND HER BOYFRIEND WERE HERE, WE HAD A HUGE CONVERSATION ABOUT IT!"
"Oh, yeah. I think I remember that."
I exhaled loudly. "I cannot believe that you'll take advice from Samantha but ignore me when I say the exact same thing!"