My husband asked me to “lend” my sister for his reunion—just one night, he said.

He finally looked up with that expression he always wore when I was about to inconvenience him with questions.

“Why do you need my sister at your high school reunion instead of your actual wife?”

He sighed like I was being exhausting, like I was the one who just said something insane over pasta.
“Because I told everyone I married her,”
he said.

“Back when we first started dating, my buddies met her once at that barbecue and they assumed she was my girlfriend. I never corrected them.”

I stared at him. I kept staring at him. I was waiting for the part where he laughed and said he was kidding, where this became some weird joke I didn’t find funny but could at least categorize as humor.