“Hey, you know my belt?” Ming asked.
“Your belt?” I asked.
“Well, your belt,” he said.
“Yeah, the leather one,” I said. “Whose belt was that originally? I think it’s been passed down through the generations.”
“I was wondering if it would be ok with you if I started wearing a rope belt.”
“Hmm. A rope belt? Of course, honey. If you wanna pretend you’re on a desert island or something? Why not. We all have fantasies like that.” We were laughing. “Were you afraid it would hurt my feelings, that you weren’t wearing my belt anymore?”
“No. More just you wouldn’t like me going around with a rope for a belt.”
“I have no problem with that. But wouldn’t it be hard to get off and on?”
