She showed me a photo, just as I was waking up. I wore no glasses, my vision was at a low.
"What about this?" she asked, holding a tablet with an undersized photo. it looked like a cottage to me. "The view looks right out onto the St.Lawrence."
"Okay, fine," my voice was groggy as I was just waking. It was for one night.
It was a yurt: a glorified tent. Sure, the view was great, but it was camping, and she wasn't supposed to mention it ever again.
I now refer to her as "my first wife."