Cutting Scenes - The Fine Line

She took my hand and practically pulled me up to the master
bedroom. She pushed me onto the bed, took off my shoes, and
covered me with a blanket. Within minutes, I was asleep. I
didn’t wake up until late afternoon. By then, the floors were
sparkling clean, and the kitchen looked better than it had since
we moved in. The dirty dishes were out of the sink. The spoiled
milk was gone. The coffee, donuts, Cheerios, baby food, bread,
and crackers were off the counters and in the cabinets. I didn’t
see a single crumb anywhere. Everything was orderly and neat.
I looked out the window and saw Annie working in one of our
gardens. She was weeding the flowers. The speaker that connected
her to the baby’s room was on the ground next to her. We both
heard Steffy wake up. I climbed upstairs. Annie was right behind
me.
“Listen dad,” she said. “Go downstairs and let me do my
job. I’ll be along with Steffy in a few minutes. If you’re
hungry, brunch is in the refrigerator. Just dig in.”
I went into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and took
out a platter with grapes, pineapple, sliced apples and mangos,
a big triangle of brie, and stoned wheat crackers. The coffee
was perking and a bloody Mary was sitting on the counter. It had
a little sticky note on it. I took it off and read it. It had my
name on it.
“Ideal,” I said, and started in on the grapes.
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Jane came home with two large bags and a glow from an
afternoon at the spa. She took the booty into the living room
and put it on the sofa.
“Look,” she said, pulling out a Prada handbag and matching
alligator boots. “This will look wonderful with the business
suit you bought me for the Cabot board meeting.”
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