Before heading to the reception
for the art show in which his
wife had a mixed media sculp-
ture, the couple stopped at the
bookstore and perused the poetry
section. Several thin volumes
by local poets graced the shelves.
“My, my,” the wife said looking at
the covers and reading a few
poems, “these aren’t anything at
all compared to your two books.”
He demurred. Then to the reception.
“Oh, my,” the husband said read-
ing the list of award winners,
“there isn’t anything else here
that can hold a candle to your work.
I don’t agree at all with the judge.”
Shortly thereafter, the two biggest
admirers of each other’s art headed
to the restaurant to continue the
critique as members of a very ex-
clusive, mutual admiration society.