Ex Marks the Spot

She looks different, of course - we both do: both of us a little fleshier, a few more gray hairs. 

Finally, though, it's time to go, she's got somewhere to be, I've got dinner waiting at home, and she says, "Well, you live in my neighborhood...."

"Do I really live in your neighborhood, though?" I say, smiling.

She winces, smiles, says, "You really haven't changed, have you?"