She watched her neighbor circle the bag of expensive golf clubs, searching for a little white tag.
“Name your price,” she interrupted with a smile.
The curious buyer stared back, head-cocked, no doubt wondering if he had just stumbled upon a momentous deal at this lonely suburban garage sale.
She had no problem letting them go cheap, of course. They belonged to her husband – the same husband who was at an important business meeting with his young sales assistant in a swanky hotel crosstown.
“They’re yours,” she laughed after hearing his lowball offer.
A little victory in a long war.
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