MY INDIAN WIFE
Mishka complained.
“I need to talk to you about something important. Forget about your phone.” Christian turned serious and Mishka just looked at him with a poker face.
“Okay, go ahead!”
“Okay, I don’t want you to misunderstand me, so I’ll explain everything to you, but you have to promise me you will listen to me without using your super-fast brain,” Christian said sarcastically, and Mishka rolled her eyes.
“Fine, I’ll not use my brain,” She said. “But I can’t promise!”