"Whoa," he yelped. And jumped, startled to bump into me. It nearly made me drop my glass of juice. That would have made a fine mess. "Whoa? Garry, I live here. I'm your wife. I live here. Married twenty-three years. We just had an anniversary. You need to get used to having me around." "Yes," … Continue reading Weekly Writing Challenge: Dialogue — Hello, I’m your wife. I live here!