The Newlyweds

Marriage must fight constantly against a monster which devours everything: routine.
― Honoré de Balzac


“Look! That couple from the hotel.”

I followed her gaze. We’d seen them almost daily since we’d been in France. We guessed they were perhaps on a second honeymoon.

“They don’t look happy,” I said.

“No, they don’t,” she said, squeezing my hand. “Should we go over?”

“Absolutely not. No way should we get in the middle of a domestic squabble.”

The man began to yell. He snatched the map from the woman and stormed around the corner. The woman stood there, perhaps crying.

“I’m going over,” my wife said.

“Honey, please. If she needs help, she can ask us.”