“There’s nothing cute about it,” he said. The register of his voice indicated decision more so than discussion.
She disagreed heartily and privately, staring past his head and out the window behind him.
“It was on sale.”
“It’s atrocious. You can’t leave it there.”
Later, she said, “It reminds me of our honeymoon.”
He sighed, wondering how to convince their Home Owners’ Association to let it stay.