The distant sounds of domestic chores reached his ears.
Reclining on his back,Griffin reflected upon the events of the previous night. He concluded that he had to fix their relationship.
He wanted them to go back to the way they were before.
With this thought,Griffin got up, freshened himself and donned his formal wear.
A light gray shirt, black suit pants and a distinguished trench coat adorned his frame.
He fastened his watch and proceeded to exit the room.
Daphne was busying herself with setting the table.
The morning sunlight bathed her figure, endowing her with an air of gentility. Yet,Griffin couldn’t forget how upset she had been last night.
Seating himself, he savored a cup of coffee and perused the morning newspaper.
Daphne prepared a delectable egg sa
