“DON’T FORGET to take them in for the new I.D. photos before you drop them off in class. They’re doing it in the old classroom next to the gift shop. Catty-corner to the security office. The check is with the application. Got it?”
To say my wife was speaking to me as one might to a child would be inaccurate, since I’ve often been present when she’s spoken to children, and at those times her mien is always affectionate; that element was now clearly missing. However, to fill the vacuum left by erstwhile sweetness, she chose to slow down and raise her volume. So, all in all, I think it fair to say she was speaking to me as one might address what, in my salad days, we used to call a dimwit.
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