Handbags

When Donna receives the gift from her husband, a big smile spreads across her face. Another handbag. She had won again.

"I just have one question," Harvey says, pretending to be distracted.

"Tell me."

"How much longer do I have to pretend I don't know that you intentionally make me angry, that you force us to argue over something that's supposedly my fault, only so that I can later apologize with a handbag? I've given you six in four months of marriage, Donna. If we keep going like this, we'll need a bigger house."

Donna laughs, taking the pink item out of the bag. "So... you know?"

"Donna... I'm a lawyer. I know very well when I'm being played."

She snorts, inspecting the interior of the handbag. "But it's a fun game, don't you think?"

"How many handbags can you possibly need?"

Donna looks up at him, completely serious. "Don't ask questions you don't wanna know the answer to."

"But—" he starts, wanting an answer.

"How many signed basketballs do you need in your office?" Donna fires back, not giving him a chance to respond.

"No, that's not fair," he complains. "Those aren't all the same."

"Handbags aren't either."

"They don't have anything special. The basketballs have the players' signatures."

She rolls her eyes. "They aren't all the same. They're from different designers, different colors, textures, sizes... Each one complements a particular dress and is suitable for specific occasions that others aren't. I won't argue about this with you," she tells him, giving him a quick kiss on the lips to lighten the mood. "Thank you for this one. I love it!"

"Does that mean you'll continue doing the same with me?"

She softly chuckles, her expression resembling that of a mischievous child. "Exactly," she responds, nodding her head.

"The saleswoman already gives me strange looks when I go to buy handbags for my wife."

Donna giggles. "She must be jealous that she doesn't have a husband like you, who always apologizes with a gift," she replies, wrapping him around his neck.

Harvey laughs too, pulling her closer by her waist. "Do I have no way out?"

"From me? Never, Harvey," she says with conviction, rising on her toes to give him a deep kiss. With the intention that when they part for a breath, Harvey won't remember where the conversation left off. Donna will continue with her plan to fill her wardrobe with handbags gifted by her husband.