“Please put up a few decorations. I would really like the children to experience the Christmas cheer. The piano needs tuning too.”
“You really are a perfectionist. I tuned it yesterday.” He puts down his tools and takes another puff from his inhaler.
“Sounds terrible. Perhaps I should hire a professional,” she winks and starts walking away.
“Kimberly Amber-Jane! On my sweet Sarah’s life, there’s nothing wrong with my tuning skills! Your ears are simply waaaaaaaay too sharp.”
“Perhaps you’re going deaf. Don’t worry, you’re ancient, it happens.” She tap-taps further down the hallway.
“Still got my charm though. What other antique could manage a kiss from a lovely lady such as yourself?”
“Love you too, Bob. Get home to Sarah. It’s Christmas.”