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Toy
"Honey, what is this?" My husband looked up from the afternoon paper. His usual routine was to grab the paper, a beer, and sit down to wait for dinner when he came home from work. I was holding up a metal device I had found in a velvet bag at the back of our closet when I was cleaning it today. He didn't react overtly, but I saw his pupils dilate a bit. He didn't answer immediately, a clear sign to me that he was trying to figure out what to say. I had learned to read him pretty well...