A Ring? In This Heat?

– There are girls like that there. One of them even managed to leave me her number. So for now we don’t touch the wives—we’ll just go to the Polyana for a day to hang out.

That’s what my husband says.
The man I’ve been with for seven years.
Twins were born to me from him, and we both adore them to our very core.

– Vlad, is this from that joke? When it’s this hot and no one’s in the mood to put on a ring? – his buddy laughs.
– Exactly, – my husband answers smugly. – For a day we’re not married. And then we’ll go back to our faithful wives.

I could’ve gone out and said that I’d heard every word. But me and the girls decided otherwise.
We won’t put on rings in weather like this either.
And then we’ll see whose freedom turns out to be more necessary—and more pleasant—for us.