The Next Morning...

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‎Mr Williams lowered the newspaper in his hands and stared at his wife from head to toe.

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‎"Why are you all dressed up this morning?" he asked. "Do I need to remind you that you're getting old and should be resting?"

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‎Mrs Williams stopped in front of the mirror and glared at him.

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‎"What? Who are you calling old?" she snapped. "You're the one who's old. I mean, look at yourself."

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‎She adjusted her earrings and grabbed her handbag.

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‎"Let's put that aside. If you want to know why I'm dressed up, just ask."

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‎Turning toward the door, she added...