Gemotions

He’d always been a creature of thrift, but this was ridiculous. David let out a low chuckle, running a hand through his hair. The passbook, tucked away inside a cookbook, revealed a series of transactions. All in his wife, Sarah's, name. A sizeable amount, accruing interest. He felt a warm flush spread across his face as he imagined her, meticulously squirreling away money.

He pictured her, carefully budgeting, finding deals, clipping coupons, all the while pretending to be carefree. The image of her, so clever and so private, filled him with a curious energy. This was not the grumpy old woman he had sometimes imagined she might become. This was his clever, secretive Sarah, and he felt a surge of affection. He knew exactly what she’d be using the money for: a weekend getaway for the two of them.