Conversation With My Husband

You must remember Rocko’s wife I say to my husband. Not really, my husband replies, maybe I never met her. She had a hawk-like nose, I say. Real Beak-y. And a collie dog face. He gives me a look. Her hips were enormous; they moved funny. He gives me a sharper look. I feel judged. She was a pretty girl, I say. He is wisely silent.