Hey, girl, you’re on fire

Hey, girl, you’re on fire. *

Aw, that’s sweet, thanks, hon.

No, for real, you’re on—

Fire! Get it off me!!

Yeah, just hold still for—

Quick! Just do it now!

I am, just calm down!

Don’t tell me to calm—

Hon, put your arms down.

—down, you...huh? My arms...?

Yes, now come here quick!

Why? What are you—hey!

Uh, that’s the first thing—

That’s used dish soap, hon!!!

—that came to my mind—

My sleeve is gross now.

—but I mean, that’s not—

This grease won’t come off!

—as bad as a burned—

My brand new shirt, too!

—sleeve, right...? Oops...babe, I’m—

(lack of sound from her)

I’m so sor...I’ll pay

for a new—ouch! Hon!!

(steps cross toward next room)

What was that for? You—

Oh, you have to ask?

—should want to thank me!

(door shuts with a bang)

(sighs)Dang, what did I

do now? Guess I should...

(sounds of bath start up)

...clean this up for now...

(a few hours have passed)

(sighs as he lays down)

Babe, I feel so bad...

(He turns, meets her eyes)

(shrugs) Shirt was half off.

Still, you loved it lots.

I love you more, hon.

(smiles) Love you too, babe.

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* Note to the reader: I realize the word “fire” can be read as either one or two syllables, depending on your preference. I kindly request that you consider it a one-syllable word for the purposes of this piece. :)