When Dee returned to his house, a light was on in the kitchen. He quietly entered the back door, removed his shoes, and left them by the door. He turned to see Roxy making a pot of coffee, unaware of his presence.
“Good morning, Roxy,” Dee said behind her as he stood at the door.
Roxy shrieked and threw the bag of coffee and scoop she was using into the air, sending coffee everywhere. She clutched her chest as she spun around to see Dee looking at her and the mess as coffee grounds continued to flutter to the floor and coat most surfaces. Dee shook his head as Roxy panted to catch her breath after the fright he had given her.
Dee sighed, “This is what I get for scaring you, and I am sorry. That was not my intention. I will help you clean it up.”
“Thank you,” Roxy said, still trying to
