“Mark. Mark. Nicole. Wake up, it’s time for breakfast,” Mama spoke, jostling Mark’s arm. Nicole closed her gaping mouth and opened her eyes to see Mama standing next to them at the end of the couch. “Good morning,” Mama told Nicole.
Nicole smiled back. “Good morning. Um, we sat down to watch a movie and . . . well, I don’t remember anything after that,” Nicole told Mama defensively.
Mama chuckled. “Honey, it’s okay. You don’t have to explain anything to me. You’re adults, and besides, his father and I were your age once.”
“No really, we didn’t even get to watch the movie.”
“You must have needed the rest then, it’s okay. Are you hungry?” Mama asked.
“Yeah, it smells awesome,” Nicole said.
“How about y’all get dressed and eat a hot breakfast.”
“Alright, we’ll be right back,” Nicole to
