An old Ford pickup is parked out front of her house. The porchlight is on. Mosquitoes fly around it. Screen door is unlatched. It keeps slamming in the wind. A light in the kitchen glows. Blinds are open. He looks out at his truck. She comes from behind and wraps her arms around him; rests her head on his back. He holds her hands that are placed on his chest. A pack of cigarettes on the counter.

Did you ever think of leaving me? She asks. You know. Taking off somewhere. Getting away from me. She holds him tighter. Cause if you did, I’d be lost. I couldn’t make it without you, she cries.

I’m not going anywhere, he says. I’m staying right here. Shhh. Come on now. You know I’d never leave you. He turns and faces her. How about some coffee? You want some coffee? She nods. Closes her eyes. It’s four in the morning, he says. I didn’t realize.

Time flies….she whispers.

When you’re having fun….he laughs.

I got Sanka, she tells him.

That’ll do.

She places a cup of water in the microwave. Turns it on to three minutes. Then stirs in the brown crystals. She adds sugar and milk. Just the way he likes it.

You going to have some?

No, she answers. You better get dressed. She’s waiting on you.