“Hello, Sweetheart,” she said, as she poured another cup of coffee as he sat down at the counter beside her. “Sweetheart, my ass, I called you to have lunch with us and as usual your phone was off or the batteries needed charging. Why carry a phone if you don’t answer the damn thing?” “Sorry, I didn’t charge it last night, and left it on Mom’s counter when we came back from lunch.” Shrugging her shoulders, Marlene asked, “Where’s your father?” Sipping his coffee, Jerry said, “He’ll be in shortly, he’s checking the radio in Mark’s car.” What upset him? Marlene wondered and worried if he had overheard her talking to her mother. However, Marlene didn’t dare to ask him about it, instead, he kissed her on the cheek and asked, “Are you alright?” +++ Waking up on a Saturday morning with the shining through the bedroom window, noticing his wife, Margaret still sleeping, picking up his robe, Andrew crept toward the bedroom door. Sitting up in bed, Margaret asked, “And just where are you going?” “Where am I going?” He repeated it, as he turned around and said, “I want to make breakfast for the love of my life since I don’t get to do it often.” “You’re the greatest husband ever, but I want to sleep a bit longer,” she said, yawning, and stretching, as she pulled the sheet over her head. “Enjoy it, I’ll return,” he said, going out the door and down the hallway. “Thanks.” After fixing the coffee and toast, proudly Andrew
“Yeah, I noticed,” Arthur grumbled before taking a welcome sip of his drink. “Thanks for the coffee, though.”
“I hoped to surprise you with breakfast in bed,” Thomas said as he walked toward the Captain’s Quarters. “Especially since we missed supper last night,” he grinned, raising his eyebrows twice before leaning to kiss her cheek.
“Sorry you had to pry. But not for nothing; he did say how good his coffee was today,” Gladio casually remarked.
“Uh, yeah! Sure!” When I knew I was l alone I ran all over town looking for the source of the snow. I finally found it at an abandoned warehouse just outside of town. I waited a couple of seconds before saying something but before I could, someone spoke.
Arriving at his son’s home, and parked Andrew and Margaret rushed into the house, asking, “What is wrong?”
“Miss Blanche-sama! Are you alright?” one of our house maids had busted open the door, still in her nightwear.
“How's your coffee?” Amile stood beside me, staring at the house across the street. He tugged at the collar of his turtleneck.
“You text me? My phone is dead because I forgot to plug it in,” I explained with my biggest puppy dog eyes.
“Welcome home, darling,” she muttered. She placed what seemed like a forced kiss on his cheek.
“Thank you, Max. It is a gorgeous morning. Coffee, please, no cream or sugar,” Ruth said before sitting down at a table near a
She stood up slumped over and walked into her room. She set her alarm for 11:30, put her phone on the charger, took off her clothes and got in
“Beep, Beep,” The phone went to its recording “You may leave a message if you like, or press one for more options”
Isaac put the laundry on the bed in the room that he had claimed as a small boy. Small pebbles hit the glass window toward the far left corner of the room. Tiptoeing to look out, he saw the red, curly locks of his fiance as her face peaked through the window pane.
"Hi Elizabeth," he says, just like he's walked over from a couple of blocks away to see me. He then falls into the chartreuse lawn cart and gasps, "Get me a drink."
“What do you think Tomas will ask his Mother based on the fact that he is hot and tired.”