“Have you thought any more about the wills?” I said.
“Well, babe, we only have one problem, as you know. We leave everything to each other. The problem is what happens if we are both killed at the same time in a wreck or something. I have no family, and your only family is your cunt of a sister and her rug rat.”
“You stated the obvious magnificently.”
“No need for sarcasm,” he said. “There is, however, an option.”
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Probably. Go get a sheet of paper and two pens.”
I went to the den and returned with two pens and a sheet torn from a yellow pad. I handed the paper to him, and he tore it in half, handing one half back to me.
“Since you’re already standing,” he said, “go in the other room and write your solution on your sheet, and I’ll do the same here.”
I went to the dining room, placed the sheet of paper on the table, and wrote two words.
“I’m ready,” he said from the porch.