Bees

Every saint has a bee in his halo.

~ Elbert Hubbard

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She loved her first husband more than her second. The first man she married, she married for love. They were perfectly suited for one another. He brought her joy nearly every moment they were together. He called her a saint who made his life whole. She called him the bee's knees and her favorite person on earth.

Her second husband was a husband of necessity. He was fine. He suited her needs for a companion and someone to strategize with. For him, however, she was truly a dream. As with her first husband, he saw her as his soul mate - perfect in nearly every way. She called him the bee's ankles.