I is for Imagine

“What are you thinking about?” he asked.

“Tonight.”

“Anything in particular?”

“Oh, yes…”

“Are you going to share?”

“Do I ever?” I laughed.

Rolling his eyes, he shook his head. “No. You like to keep me wondering.”

“I do. It’s good for your imagination.”

“You do a good job of keeping that in shape.”

“Why, thank you. By the way, do you know where that wax seal stamp that I bought ended up?”

“What?”

“You know…the one that says property of…”