Holly Winslow: "..."
'Screw you, you son of a bitch Mortimer Quincy.'
She shoved a barbecue skewer at him. "Here, shut your mouth."
Mortimer Quincy took a bite, glancing at her as she ate with gusto. "Honey, we don't have class tomorrow. Let's go on a trip."
'We only have one day off tomorrow, what kind of trip can we take?' Holly Winslow bit into a piece of sweet potato flatbread. "Where to?"
"To the hospital for a check-up."
"..."
She stared at him for over ten seconds. "Quincy the Puppy, let me see just how thick-skinned you are."
The thick-skinned Quincy leaned in unabashedly. "It's a little thick, but it doesn't affect our married life."
Holly Winslow: "..."
She took her barbecue skewers and went to eat at the small table on the balcony.
The next morning, Mortimer Quincy dragged her out of bed, threw a simple, casual dress on her, and headed out to the hospital.
The purpose of the check-up was obvious.
A pre-marital physical.
