Monica replaced the four packs of menstrual cups on the shelf with a muffled laugh and turned to beam up at him. "Oh, what a lovely story! My husband, Wendell, and I have been together for nearly forty years. We met in school too—much later though, at uni." She  waggled her eyebrows at him as if they were conspiring together. "He was a bit of a prat too, in the beginning." 