Stacy’s POV
Sunday.
He slammed the newspaper on the kitchen counter. I was having my much needed cup of coffee and it was the weekend. Thomas arrived early. I had no intention of starting my day off with a heavy start, but then, men like Thomas who have no regard for how sacred coffee is in the mornings exists. I worship my coffee as if he gave life to me and that goes on for the following cups all throughout the day.
I retaliated by nudging the roll of paper out of my personal table space. I craved sleep and right now---I have developed an affinity with coffee and I can confirm now that I am a ‘no coffee, no function’ person and yes, that is a thing.
Erma was in her lovely garden, picking out the greens which would be a part of our salad at lunch later and Erin went to a classmate b
