She’s Left-Handed

A wife asks her husband, a true golf nut, “Honey, if I died, would you remarry?”

He ponders for a moment, then says, “After a proper grieving period, yes, I suppose I would. Companionship is a good thing.”

“If I died and you remarried,” the wife next asks, “would she then live in this house?”

He pauses to collect his thoughts, and then says, “Well, we’ve spent a lot of time and money getting this house to our exact liking. So yes, I think she would.”

“If I died and you remarried and she lived in this house,” the wife continues, “would she also sleep in our bed?”

Not exactly sure where his wife is going with all of this, he offers, “Well, the bed is nearly new and should last for many more years. Yes, I’m sure she would.”

“If I died and you remarried and she lived in this house and slept in our bed,” the wife probes further, “would she use my golf clubs?”

“Oh, no,” the husband replies, far too quickly. “She’s left-handed.”