Mr. Fishbaum considered for a brief moment the option of attempting to talk his wife out of this, her most recent ridiculous notion. But having long since retired from that occupation on the advice of his doctor, he bobbed his head in a well-rehearsed cadence and forced his mouth to pronounce the words “Great color for a bathroom, pink.”
Mrs. Fishbaum handed him the can of paint triumphantly.
“Soothing,” he went on, “Like Pepto Bismol for the eyes.”
“Enough, Frank,” Mrs. Fishbaum frowned.
And, with a small and private smile, Frank silently agreed that it was enough. It was just exactly enough.