“Women,” Paul growled, disgruntled. “I’m telling you, mate, a bloke can’t figure ‘em out.” “You don’t say.” “You know what happened this morning?” “I’m sure I’m about to find out.” They moved around Zac, the plumber, and set the bench down on the kitchen counter, moving it into place and shifting it here and there until Paul was satisfied. “Yesterday Becky mentioned that she was craving marshmallows. Well, I forgot to get some, didn’t I?” “Apparently.” “So I get up at the arse-crack of dawn, go to the twenty-four hour servo and buy her two bags of marshmallows. Two.” “Uh-huh.” Alex joined Zac, who was leaning against the wall and listening with a big grin. “I take ‘em back to my beloved.” Paul disappeared behind the bench as he crouched down to check something before bouncing back up into view again with a scowl on his face. “And what do you think she said?” “Thank you?” “No! She said - get this, this is gonna kill you - she said ‘Marshmallows?
