Before And After ‘Nuts Do Hop’—A Valentine

I stopped what I was doing
and scribbled in my notebook.

SHOUT POND
NO PUSH DOT

She stopped what she was doing
and read what I had written.

“Shout pond?” she asked. “No push dot?”

I smiled and she made a face.

“Okay,” she said. “I give up.”

“Come on,” I said. “Try harder.”

The face she made got harder.

“Okay,” I said. “Donut shop.
They’re ‘donut shop’ anagrams.”

Her face didn’t change at all.

She looked from me to the words
then she sighed and closed her eyes
and her face became softer.

“I cannot believe,” she said,
“I’m going to say this, but—
‘Nuts do hop.’ Are you happy?”

I wrote it in my notebook.

NUTS DO HOP

I said, “That is very good!
See, you’re getting good at this!”

She put her fingers over
her closed eyes and shook her head.

She asked, “What have I become?”

I said, “Even more sexy.”

She made an eye-rolling face
but I tackled her before
the expression settled in.

By our rules that means I won.

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