Village film night.

Bert set the projector up in front of a variety of deck chairs, ancient and modern. His wife of fifty years, Judy, was inside baking scones.

Marjorie, Judy's sister, put cushions on chairs and mouthed to Bert:

"Have you told her?"

"No!"

She pursed her lips. "It won't get easier. Tell her now."

The scones burnt. A lovely rise but black as coal as Judy discovered her husband loved her sister.

"Should Marjorie perhaps move in or I move out?" Bert wondered aloud.

Judy replied "Goodness, Bert it's a lot to take in. Can't we just enjoy the film first?"