Your husband is a big man. He's a cop from the city, so by nature he's built like a brick house. His hair is black and curled in sharp ringlets, his skin the color of black coffee. He has a loud, easy laugh, and you hear it as he opens the door and enters the house for the first time.
He calls your name "I'm home! Honey!"
You feel delighted and run downstairs. You've been married for seven years, and while there have been rocky spots, you've never been happier. You fall into his arms and kiss him full on the mouth.
He kisses back. "Something tells me you're happy to see me."
"Oh, honey..."
"Had a good day?" He asked.
"Sort of." You say. "I met our neighbors."
"We have some?" He says.
"They invited us to dinner. I think they're down the road a ways. The...Rossets."
Trevor suddenly nodds. "Yeah...I met them back when we bought the property. Damn. They seemed so...stand-offish. But you'd break the ice around a glacier, so I can't say I'm too suprised...I shoulda used you in interrogation today...you'da broken the bum in ten seconds flat."
"So you want to go?" You say.
"You bet. Neighbors...Small town neighebors, which makes it even better. Oh, yeah, honey. I wanna go. I wanna see what the Rossets are like without the...ice shell."
You shake your head and relate the little scene by the stream. There was defenately an ice-shell there. They piled the acting on too, too heavily for you to get inside anything. Even if you know your husband is right...people seem to like you, naturally.
"Well...we'll still go. Baby-baby, you'll break 'em down, yet!"