by John H. Dromey
Returning from their honeymoon after a whirlwind courtship and a Vegas wedding, Gwendolyn saw her husband’s family mansion for the first time.
“That’s a lifelike statue you have in the foyer,” the new bride said, shortly after he’d carried her over the threshold.
“Yeah, that was my first spouse. She forgot her place as a trophy wife, so I had her bronzed.”
Gwen let out a forced laugh.
“You have a sick sense of humor, Mordechai.”
“Do I look like I’m joking? I hope you don’t forget your place, Gwendolyn. If you do, you’ll learn I have some leftover bronze.”