CHAPTER 5 Tayari Jones I am stupid. My wife is not. This is one of the fundamentals of marriage I should have realized at least twelve years ago. My father tried to warned me, as he, too, had hitched his star to a woman a few rungs ahead of him on the intellectual ladder. He said, “Son, when you marry a woman like that, everything you can think of, she done thought already, and come up with something better.” When I saw Olivia, I smiled remembering my old man, and also that song where the husband and wife go seeking greener pastures and piña coladas and end up with each other. Maybe it was the mushrooms, but I waved at her. 15