A Partnership

I just knew when I was ten that
the day of my liberation would
come, the day I would never
again have to hear the dreaded
sound of my mother’s voice calling,
“Robert Edwin, it’s your turn to
wash the dishes. Your sister will
dry.” And here I am sixty years
later just having washed the dishes.
At least I don’t have to hear my
mother’s voice ordering me into the
kitchen. I just go there automatic-
ally now with a cheerful voice say-
ing, “It was a great dinner, darling.”
And after I’ve made an omelet from
the leftovers from the previous even-
ing’s great dinner and we’ve eaten,
my wife will move to the sink, dirty
dishes in hand and say, “That was
a creative breakfast, dear. I’ll
take care of the dishes.”

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