Prologue
"Okay, Doc—."
"Francis." The couple therapist —who clearly was a French— corrected the husband with a wink.
"Right, Francis." The husband nodded vigorously without noticing the wink. "I'll go first like the hero I am! Lemme say that we really don't need to be here. Today's meeting's purpose is like a regular checkup for an engine! I would know because I'm a pilot!" The husband stuck his chin outwards defiantly.
"Hon hon hon hon~. Très bien, Monsieur et Madame Jones. Then let us pop up the hood shall we?" Francis grinned and clicked his pen, starting to take notes on his clipboard. "Now, every questions that I'm about to ask you are for the therapeutic purpose. Première question: how long have you been married?"
The husband scratched his cheek. "I think, um… we've been married for five years."
"Six." The wife commented her husband.
"Five-six years." The husband answered without forgetting his wife's comment.
Francis jotted down on his clipboard then asked. "On a scale of un to dix, how happy are you as a couple?"
"Gre-eight!" the husband answered with a joke.
"Wait." The wife raised her hand for a question. "Is ten being perfectly happy and one being miserable?"
"Whatever your heart says you to, chérie."
The wife pretended that the last word which Francis said was an imagination. "I'll go with eight then."
"How often do you have sex?" Francis grinned mischievously, making the wife to feel very uncomfortable.
"Is this one of the one-to-ten question? Because if it is, I think the zero should be included." The husband looked confused.
The questions continued until the couple's session finished at four o'clock.
On their way home in the SUV, the husband asked his wife. "So, Ally? What do you think about today's meeting with Dr. Bonne—"
"Don't even talk about that bloody frog." The wife groaned in annoyance as she shivered. Just like she always did, she was never fond of French people.
The husband shrugged. "Hmm, I mean if you want, I could cancel the meeting next week."
The wife sighed. "No need. We already paid for few sessions so might as well just use our money wisely."
"Alright, then! Next Saturday at three o'clock it is." The husband smiled cheerfully.
"Anyway we're back home, honey." The husband continued to smile and pressed the button on the ceiling to open the garage.
"Home sweet home." For the first time of the day, the wife smiled at least a little.
On the front yard, there was a mailbox with the residences' names on it.
Property of Alfred F. & Alice Jones.
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