Growing dependence

“No.”

“I’m sorry, honey, but it will make life so much easier for both of us.”

“I already feel like you’ve become more mother than spouse with this sickness. Now this? I’m an adult, not a baby.”

“I know. It’s not a big deal.”

“Then you wear them!”

“I’m sure I will someday, especially if it keeps me from having to get up in the middle of the night, remove the bed linen, load the washing machine, remake the bed, change my pajamas and then try to go back to sleep.”

“Fine. I’ll get Dependence.”

“Depends.”

“Depends on what?”

“Nevermind.”