Bette arrived home, struggling to open the front door with her arms full of shopping bags.
“Tina...?”
“Yeah, I’m here...?”
“Can you help me babe?”
“Sure, I’m coming...” Tina turns the corner toward the front door, her smile wide as she sees the love of her life for the first time since leaving the house this morning.
“T...”
“What?”
“You are wearing my slippers again...”
“Yeah but they are so comfy...”
“I don’t care how comfy they are Tina, they are my fuzzy wuzzy slippers...”
“Can’t we share them babe?”
“No Tina... they are mine... people only assume that they are yours, because you always have them on your feet.”
“I didn’t want to have to say this Bette but...if you don’t share them, then I will tell everyone that you don’t wear nice lacey thongs all the time but that you wear humungous white knickers...”
Bette frowns at Tina’s words, “but they’re comfy...?”
“It’s not just that is it Bette, you have had them for years and they have gone grey from being washed so many times...”
“Well I can’t help if people think I always wear a thong...”
