She told me that every time I got angry with you, instead of arguing, I should crochet a doll.”
Harold’s eyes welled up with tears. After all these years together, there were only two dolls in the box! “Edna,” he said, overcome with emotion, “that means you’ve only been mad at me twice in 60 years?”
She nodded with a sweet smile.
Harold beamed. “That’s amazing, my love. But… what about all this money?”
“Oh,” Edna said, patting his hand.
“That’s from selling all the other dolls.”
