July 27, 2008
The next morning Rick was up early and in the kitchen making breakfast. He slipped out to a local store and grabbed some items and using last night’s supper he prepared a seafood omelet.
As he set the table Amanda wandered out in a terry cloth bathrobe and slippers. Rick greeted her with a strong cup of coffee and a kiss on the cheek.
“Breakfast is almost ready,” he said. “The Sunday paper is at your place.”
She took a sip of coffee and looked at Rick.
“Who are you and what have you done with my husband?” she demanded.