He pointed the spatula at me. "I get the fish off in two minutes." Then he waved the spatula.
I thought it was a joke. I knew he had fish on the grill. I thought the get the fish off in two minutes was a funny. So I said "Lucky fish."
He stared at me. "I get the fish off in two minutes," he repeated. Then again with the waving of the spatula. And then I realized he wasn't waving. He was pointing. Up. To where the bedroom lives. "Don't make me ask you again."
Nope. Not me. I never have to be asked again. The fish wasn't the only thing he got off...lucky fish. Lucky girl.