This guy walked past me in the market.
He was holding hands with two different women. One older, one younger, but not daughter-young.
Just spectaculating that these are his two wives. . .
Its nice they can all go out together. Enjoy the market, do a little shopping, perhaps go back to the house and break some bread, watch a little TV, tuck the kids in.
But at some point, they are both going to want to tell him about their day.
Who goes first?
Do they take turns?
Does one resent the other?
Or do they appreciate one another and what they each bring to the relationship?
Only they know…
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