“Did you hear the latest?” she asked me.
“Parliament is discussing a bill that would allow a man to have one final farewell with his wife after she dies,” she told me.
“What does that mean?” I asked her.
“He would be allowed to lay down with her one last time,” she explained. I’m 27 years old but I’m unmarried, so my mother often tangos with me around the word “sex”.
“I still don’t understand.”
“A man would be able to engage in his [pause] marital right up to six hours after his wife dies,” she explained, this time with the same tone I imagine she would use to describe the end of the world.