Son 2 is home for a week. I collected him from school first thing in the morning (Wife was still asleep) and we spent the day doing this and that.
Got home mid-afternoon and I said something to Wife that made her snap back at me and I snapped back at her. Son 2 advised me sotto voce, "Don't say anything. Just don't respond." I shut up.
Wife left the room and Son 2 asked, "Can't you two get through a single evening without fighting about something?"
I couldn't think of something suitable to say, so I just stared out the window. Son 2 finished the thought: "No, you can't. That's why you're leaving."
And then added, "This is why I love Durmstrang so much."
I'd rather not write any more obituaries, but...
3 hours ago
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