It’s still dark outside…,she said…,guess the sun won’t come up til after seven…maybe eight…,the petite brunette pulled out a frying pan from under the sink…,how many sausages you want…two…three…,she stammered over to the refrigerator…a voice called down the hall sayin’ three…he always wanted three…and two eggs scrambled…some buttered wheat toast…the little thing began to make coffee…

Why you always askin’…,the burly man said…,Don’t you know by now…been twelve years…she continued by placing butter in the skillet…

I’m never sure what you want anymore…,cracking eggs…beating ’em up…,never know what time you’re gonna get home…what time you’re gonna wake up on weekends…nothin’s predictable anymore…it’s become uncomfortable…you’re just full of surprises…

Think so…

Yes…and that car…what’re we gonna do ’bout that car…just leave it out there in the street…might as well put it up on cement blocks…Ford…Fix Or Repair Daily…

First car we ever got honey…I’ll get ’round to it one of these days…Why you so quarrelsome this mornin’…did you not sleep last night…I know I did…

You always sleep…right there in that Lazy-boy every night…

Yeah…that’s where I fall asleep…

Ever think I want you back in bed…somethin’ to wrap my arms ’round…that ever dawn on you…,the toast popped out of the toaster…

I don’t know honey…

Don’t know what…

I don’t know what you want no more…I surely didn’t think it was me…

Well…you thought wrong…

I’ll make a note of that…,two spoons of white sugar was put in his coffee…he grabbed her wrist…,Hey…you know I love you…right…

I love you too…eat your breakfast ‘fore it gets cold…

yes ma’am…mornin’…

good mornin’…