When you finally found your 2 old books in the attic, you dusted them off and put them in the closet where your gathering of books were neatly lined up and complete in sections. You felt happy and read a page of your adult book, flipping page by page and the exquisite smell of the fresh pages. You couldn't help but feel delighted when the gap was closed in the closet when the books took up the space.

Until your husband Vasquez spoke up and said.

"What are you reading?"