TWENTY
Rachel and Joe were having their morning coffee. It was Sunday, so they could be a bit more leisurely than on workdays. Joe had the paper spread around in front of him on the dining room table. Rufus walked over and placed his head on Joe’s knee.
“Good boy, Rufus,” he said, patting the dog’s head.
The door opened leading to the hallway where Angie’s bedroom was located.
“Morning,” she said as she entered, being careful to close the door.
“Hi, honey,” Rachel said. “There’s coffee if you want it.”
“Okay.” Angie poured herself a cup from the decanter on the center of the table, adding stevia, a dash of vanilla flavored creamer, and sat in a chair.
“How was the date?” Joe asked.
Angie hesitated. “Okay.”
“Just okay?” Rachel asked.
“Maybe not even,” Angie said, slurping.
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