[For Epigone, who thought I meant it when I didn't.]
"No, you didn't."
"Denial: check."
"Some husband you are! I'm going to kill you." Trina threw the pillow at his head.
Mendel ducked. "Anger."
"Tell me who it is and I won't kill you."
"Bargaining."
"Dammit." She sniffled once.
He winced. "Depression. Well -- he -- has this kid's show, where he wears a frog suit --"
"Jesus, you're fucking Mr. Bungee?" Trina snorted and fell back on the bed, laughing. "Just had to hop into bed with him? After our love life croaked? Good thing he didn't give you warts!"
Mendel shook his head. "Acceptance, but at what cost to my dignity?"
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