My wife kept laughing the entire way back to the palace. She was laughing when we went to dinner that evening; I heard her laughing as she took a bath. She even opened the door to our adjoining chamber just to look at my face and begin cackling for the thousandth time.
“Will you desist?” I threw a cushion at her head.
“Prince Olivier is afraid of ghosts! Boooooooo!”
I finally just shut the door in her face. But then a moment later, I swung it back open to see her reaching for the doorknob.
“You’re a menace,” I said.
“But I’m a cute menace.”
“Debatable.” I scooped her up into my arms and carried her into my room. I then dropped her onto my bed, and she let out a squeal when she bounced.
“Don’t throw me around like a sack of potatoes!”
She scrambled to a sitting position, but I climb
