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conversation is finished. I’m going to make us some dinner— which you probably won’t eat and I’ll have to throw away your portion— and I just don’t want to hear another word about that other wall. Can we please have an agreement not to discuss this matter again?”
         As she left the room, she was muttering under her breath: “Who the hell would really blame me if I did think the other wall was hot?” Then suddenly she shouted, “ Which I don’t!”
     
    * * * * *
     
         They ate, not facing each other as they used to, but while watching the evening news. The president was on and explaining why it was in everyone’s best interest if they bombed the living fuck out of some tiny defenseless country who was busy minding its own business and trying to prevent its citizens from starving.
        “ That guy is such a moron,” she said, pointing at the television emphatically with her fork. “How did we get such a buffoon in the White House?”
         She chewed and listened to the wall, but before her mouth was empty, she exclaimed, “Oh my God! I cannot believe you just said that! Please tell me you aren’t serious.”
         A moment later she was staring at the wall as if for the first time. Her jaw hung open, half chewed food in plain sight. She was baffled that this was the same wall she’d chosen to live her life with.
        “ People are dying over oil and that’s okay with you?” Her fork clattered against the plate when she dropped it.
         After a moment, she tilted her head back and asked, “Please, God, tell me who I’m living with!”
         They went back and forth, eventually muting the television and coming just shy of one of their now famous shouting matches.
         Finally, she threw up her hands in surrender. “Okay, Wall, I guess we’re just going to have to agree to disagree. I just wish I had known this about you before.”
         Pause.
        “ What do you mean, ‘why’? Don’t you think it’s at least slightly important that we be of the same political mind?”
         Another pause.
        “ Well, yes, I suppose it is true that you’re in the same boat as me. But, the difference is that I’m right!” She was actually trying to make a joke, but, like most Republicans, he failed to see the humor. He raved on and finally she felt a little sorry for him. She got up and went to the wall, stroked it with the back of her index finger. “Oh, come on, honey. Let’s not fight. I’m sorry if I offended you.”
         She didn’t know why she was suddenly feeling a bit randy, but she suspected it might be the very fact that they were of different political parties. Opposites attract, after all.
         On the other hand, she did always have a soft spot for the big dopey ones and in the end, she decided that must have been it.
         She got him to forget about politics pretty quickly and that night, to her surprise, the old fire was back. In short, she couldn’t get enough of her big sexy wall.
     
    * * * * *
     
         Why it should be so, probably no one knows, but once two people have talked politics, the subject of religion is never far behind. And once again, the woman found out her wall was of a completely different mind-set than she was.
         Sitting in her armchair, her eyebrows raised in disbelief, she said, “Well, if God didn’t make you, then who did?”
         His reply made her laugh and laugh, but once again, he was not amused.
        “ Okay. I’m sorry.” She bit the inside of her cheek but still could not keep herself from snickering. “But, who’s to say that it wasn’t God working through others? That is how God works. You know that, right?”
         As she listened, she was more and more astounded. Finally, she said, “How could we have lived together this long and not known such important things about each other?”
         This time it was Wally who made a joke, but she