A walk down memory lane-Part 1
Max's eyes opened up this morning, thankful it was the weekend again. He gets out of bed and goes into the bathroom. He takes a hot shower while Nadia is dead to the world, and everyone is still sleeping. When he's finished, he goes into the kitchen to put on a much-needed pot of coffee and starts breakfast. Max was performing his daily weekend routine. If he doesn't do it, who will? He chuckled. “Certainly not queen Nadia, who waits in bed for her breakfast. I don't think the woman has ever cooked me breakfast once in our years of marriage.”
He shook his head at the thought and went to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee while looking in the refrigerator, trying to decide what to fix for breakfast. The coffee was percolating, giving off a wonderful aroma
