In the years since our hasty marriage, Billy and I had been living a pukingly happy life together. A fact that our friends made no secret about, teasing us at every opportunity for being so nauseatingly in love. But, as they watched the two of us together, the teasing about the bet began to die, we were, truly, happy. Probably happier than either of us had ever been with another person. It seemed we had found a soul mate within the other, and it made our friends, both happy and jealous, of our good fortune.

     As the cloud of Billy's deployment began to wane, new activities filled our lives. The biggest of those was my house. I have an unreasonable love for the home I picked, even knowing all the problems that came with it, crumbling walls, outdated electrical, and o...

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