“I don’t know, honey. Aren’t they…you know, loud?”

                Kendra Lyons patted her husband, Kyle, on the hand and shook her head.

                “Ours won’t be any louder than anyone else’s, hon. Now, relax. You’re starting to make me nervous. It isn’t like you weren’t a part of this decision.”

                “I know,” Kyle said. “ I just wish I could be sure we made the right one.”

                “We’re both adults,” she reminded. “I think we’re fairly qualified to make this kind of decision.”

                “You have more confidence than I do.”

                She looked him in the eye.

                “It’s a little late to start second-guessing, Kyle. It’s only six weeks until—“

                “I know, I know.” His pacing was starting to wear on her nerves.

                “Honey, sit down. If you didn’t want this, you should have just said something before we decided to—“

                “No,” he said. “What would I say? I know you want this, but I’m not interested? Yeah, that would go over.”

                “You know what? I’m so sick of—Just forget it! I’ll call. Maybe it isn’t too late to put a stop to this whole thing.”

                “Oh, come on. It’s way too late for that, and you know it. We’re stuck, Kendra. Stuck with that damn—“

                “Don’t yell at me, Kyle!”

                Kyle rubbed the hinges of his jaw. He hated arguing with his wife. She was pretty good about forgiving, but forgetting was another story.

                “I’m sorry,” he said. “I know I shouldn’t wait so long to talk to you about my feelings. I just—You wanted it so badly, and everything was moving so fast. I just—Well, I should’ve said something. It’s just that–”

                “I know,” she said. “I get my mind set on something and—“

                She sighed.

                “We can give it away. I can call someone.”

                “I don’t want you to do—“

                “No. It’s fine.” She gave him a weak smile. “I never want anything to come between us.”

                He nodded, still not convinced the argument was over.

                “You know, Paul, that guy upstairs?”

                “Yeah,” he said. “College dude with the new girlfriend every week?”

                “He’ll probably take it.”

                “You think?”

                “Yep. I mean, he’s the athletic type. What are the chances that he wouldn’t want a free Sports Illustrated Football Phone?”