Mmmmf Stories

“Theater is on your left, enjoy!” the elderly man said with a wink in his voice. I cringed and tried to bury my face inside the pink scarf wrapped around my neck. I recognized the ticket-checker from the town diner we ate at this morning. My husband’s hometown was a small one in Idaho. Less than a thousand people. The type of farmers’ town where everyone knows everyone. “Thanks,” my husband said and guided me to the left....