Edna grins. “Well, I did it. After you spilled grape soda on my brand-new curtains in 1989, I jammed a spatula in the bottom.”
Bert lets out a gasp. “You are a monster!”
Edna chuckles. “And recall how, regardless of the button you pressed, the remote kept switching to the Hallmark channel?”
Bert blinked. “You mentioned that it was haunted!”
Edna smiles. “No. To short-circuit the battery, I adhered a penny inside the compartment. For five years in a row, you never missed a Christmas romance film.”
Bert’s jaw falls open. “What made you do that?”
Calmly, Edna sips her tea. “Because slow-motion snowball fights and mistletoe are the best ways to get back at someone, sweetie.”
Bert pauses for a while before leaning back in the swing and saying, “Edna, you know what? I also have a confession.”
“Oh?” she asks.
“Do you recall my Saturday ‘fishing trips’ that lasted for ten years?”
Edna gives him a look. “You don’t go fishing.”
“I am aware,” says Bert with pride. “I was at the alley for bowling. I took home four awards. They are concealed in the basement behind the water heater.”
Edna looks at him incredulously. “You mean I unintentionally threw a fake trophy out the window of the car?”
