By the Seventeenth Month, It Wasn't Whole

The night before the wedding, at the family dinner, my soon-to-be sister-in-law pulled out a toy lie detector to stir things up. "Bro, if you could only buy one riverside penthouse, would you put your wife's name on it, or Nadia's?" My fiancé, Mason James, laid his hand on it without a second's hesitation. "My wife Agnes, obviously." The green light came on, and the whole family exchanged smiles.