TALK ABOUT “FUTURE”
When some bright sunlight was struggling to shine through the thick blackout curtain, Gigi reluctantly opened her eyes. She smelled the coffee and bacon.
“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.” Ronny, in a white Terry robe, put a big silver tray in bed. His hair was wet. He kissed her forehead.
“Good morning. You slept well?” She closed her eyes again.
“I don’t know if either of us slept last night.”
“Mm . . . I could use another hour . . . but something smells really good, and I’m hungry. Can I eat with eyes closed?”
“Ha . . . I would like to see how you do it, Sug.”
Finally, Gigi sat up. She took a sip of coffee and licked rich foam off her lips.
“So, where are we now?”
“We are having some breakfast.” Ronny fed her a piece of bacon. Gigi was chopping her sunny-side-up
