Are You Marrying Her For Fun?

"Mr. Hodge, say something." Jefferson took out a packet of cigarettes from the pile of gifts and waved it in front of Hodge. "I'm giving you this behind Little Specky's back. You hold on to it and don't let Little Specky confiscate it before you get to smoke it." "Little Specky doesn't allow me to smoke for my health. Are you trying to get me to die earlier by buying cigarettes for me?" Although Hodge said so, he grabbed the pack from Jefferson's hand and hid it under his pillow. "Other people give me a whole carton but you are so stingy that you only give me one pack." "I know you're a long-time smoker. If you don't smoke, I'm sure you'll get agitated. I bought you a pack to satisfy your cravings," said Jefferson with a smile. "Don't hope for any more though. If Little Specky finds out, she'll break up with me for sure." With cigarettes in hand, Hodge was wholly focused on it. He looked around and whispered, "You bad boy, smoking isn't allowed in the ward. You've successfully tempted