Male Possessive

‘The wife does all that for me, Steve.’

‘What, even when you haven’t washed it for a few weeks?’

‘Especially then.’ He pointed to his jeans and laughed. ‘I made her get out of bed at four o’clock this morning to iron these before I opened the shop.’

‘You don’t iron jeans, surely.’

‘No, she does.’ Mr Mishri pointed to a small woman in a gold and orange sari who was cleaning the sign on the pavement outside his shop. ‘That’s her.’

‘Do you ever tell her you love her?’ I asked him.

He gave me my change and groaned. ‘She wouldn’t believe me if I did.’

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