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Column: The real wife
Aïda Rogers
Aïda Rogers
I imagine everybody gets a surprise or two after they get married, so imagine mine when I realized the person I married was already married -- to his wood stove. It took a few years for me to catch on, but boy, am I clear on this now. Ten years of scouting for wood, piling it into the truck, trunk or trailer, hoisting it out of the truck, trunk or trailer and into another pile to await extradition via wheelbarrow to another pile where it hangs out until energy is mustered to guide it on its continuing journey to ash -- this is not a bride’s dewy dream of romance.