“Dear man, are you already planning my funeral?”
“Since the day we met.”
“I’ve always admired your foresight.”
Schmidty, seated at the table, used one hand to hold his comb-over in place while leaning back.
“Remember, bad breath is a sign that bacteria is still present, and trust me, bacteria is no present.”
With a saccharine smile, Mrs. Wellington sniffed the inside of Schmidty’s mouth and nodded.