Enjoy the chuckle. 🙂
Do you remember when air travel was so much better, before the tight security? Back then you could stuff your husband’s body in a trunk, fly to France, dump it outside of Paris and still have time for dinner with your French boyfriend.
The dog barked, waking my husband.
“Hush,” I told the dog.
My husband rolled over, “Who are you talking to?”
Who does he think? My French boyfriend hiding in the closet? Hopefully he doesn’t notice the body size suitcase. – Drusilla Signet (current character in question)