The truth is, I’m not sorry. Let’s establish that right off. Before we get to the thing, The accusation, My husband has accused me of. Yes, that husband. The one, Who, wonderful as he is, Is not great at sharing, In one certain circumstance. He’ll give you his last dime, The shirt off his back. But dessert? Don’t let him close. A single lick of an ice cream cone is not in his repertoire. Split a dessert at a restaurant?