Bert took a deep breath. “Remember your little garden gnome collection — the one you thought kept mysteriously ‘disappearing’ every spring?”
Edna narrowed her eyes. “You mean the ones that vanished after you mowed the lawn too fast?”
Bert coughed. “Yeah… about that. I didn’t accidentally hit them. I—uh—sold a few to Frank down the street for fishing money.”
Edna’s jaw dropped. “You SOLD my gnomes?”
He nodded sheepishly. “Frank said they made great decoys. The fish liked the colors.”
Edna crossed her arms. “So you’re telling me you committed gnome trafficking to buy bait worms?”
Bert chuckled nervously. “In my defense, you bought twenty of those creepy things. They watched me sleep, Edna. One of them winked at me.”
Edna sighed dramatically. “I can’t believe I’ve been married to a gnome smuggler for half a century.”
They both broke into laughter, rocking gently in the swing as the porch light flickered on.
The Confession War Continues
After a moment of silence, Edna grinned. “Alright, Bert. You asked for it. Remember our 25th anniversary trip to Niagara Falls?”
“How could I forget?” he said proudly. “You said it was the most romantic vacation ever.”
