plot twist: the queen locks everyone in the stadium and shouts “happy hunger games”
We’ll dance in the kitchen when we’re making dinner, spinning around and around until we’re disoriented and- oh, dear!- the bread’s burnt. We’ll embarrass our kids with our flirting. We’ll be honest with each other, always, and never go to bed angry. We’ll be one soul filling a house, rather than two shells living together. We’ll love each other, and others, as we are loved.
And we’ll do it all better at 65 than we ever did it at 30.