“The Pillow Fight” of A Happy Marriage

Among the memoirs’ of my parents is the year we went to my brother’s house for Thanksgiving. It was a large house and accommodated the family well. My parents were given a bedroom next to their Granddaughters. At about 10 p.m., the Granddaughters heard Grandma say, “Ouch! Arnold, that hurt!” Then there was laughter and more funny noises. They informed their parents who came to listen. They knocked on the door. “Is everything O.K.?” they asked. “Yes!” said Grandma. “We were just having a pillow fight!”