. . . says the woman who is divorcing the man she loves over her face.
Well, maybe he made some slightly insensitive remark to her, like:
“Gee, Honey; that must have been one painful fire, but did you have to use a tack hammer to beat it out?”
Exactly how frightened should I be when truth is stranger than fiction?
I once read a sci-fi novel in which this idea was used; Tanith Lee’s the Birthgrave. Truth really IS stranger then fiction.
Still, I don’t find the idea THAT strange. She has a Western counterpart in Dolly Parton:
No, she’s Racer X.
You know, I was going to unleash billions and billions of radioactive mosquitoes on Massachussetts today (no particular reason–just to be a jerk, really), but this response was sufficiently amusing to convince me to spare that particular Commonwealth. Shag, tell your neighbors to thank you for saving their lives.
So many opportunities to make jokes, and here I am posting something serious.
OK, maybe just one: When she said she was going to divorce him, she said it tongue-in-cheek, but really it was a veiled threat.
In an odd sort of way I can see her point. If the guy had talked her into showing her face, and she complied, then she’d have little reason to complain. But she had a strict rule about it, and he broke it while she was sleeping. That is, to me, a pretty serious breech of decorum.
I love the fact that they show a picture of her. In the veil.
Wait, she’s fully veiled while SLEEPING?! How does she not suffocate or strangle herself? :eek: I can’t even sleep in a skirt for more than a nap.
Try not wearing it around your head.
Hey!
Naw, all you have to do is consummate the marriage staring at a mailslot, maybe you’ll have a kid, maybe it’ll be a girl, you wait 20 years to see what she looks like and then you have half an idea. Nothing could be simpler.
Except that if she follows mommy’s culture, they’ll slap a veil on her the minute she’s born and you’ll never see your own kid’s face. 
btw: I was kind of expecting Paul in Saudi to appear in this thread somewhere.
Seriously! Sometimes I sleep with my girlfriend’s skirt around my head. While it’s a lot of fun, sometimes I need to come up for air.
No pun intended?