Wrapped My Arms Around Her

"Don't overthink, my bride. My work doesn't need to concern you. All you need to do is be happy and stay healthy. I can take care of other things."

"But I want to help you with your work too. You can tell me," she said.

"You can help me with my work?" I asked, chuckling. I stroked her cheek with my knuckles, feeling the softness against my skin. "If I tell you, I take care of the trash, will you be able to help me then?"

"Take care of trash?" she repeated, deep in thought.

Her eyes darkened suddenly as she looked at me wide-eyed. I had to admit this girl was quick-witted.

"I would not put it that way," I said.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to offend you thinking about something so horrible..."

"But it's true though I would rather want to call it' work', a must."

"Killing people a work?" she asked, her voice slightly shaky.

"If you know why it's a must, then it is work."

"Then why is it a must?"