The Best of Me
“Pushing open the door, he saw her staring into the cupboard while absently holding a can of pork and beans.
“What’s going on?”
“I was trying to find some things to go with the steak, but other than this,” she said, holding up the can, “there’s not much.”
“What are our choices?” he asked as he washed his hands at the kitchen sink.
“Aside from the beans, he has grits, a bottle of spaghetti sauce, pancake flour, a half-empty box of penne pasta, and Cheerios. In the fridge, he has butter and condim...ents. Oh, and the sweet tea, of course.”
He shook off the excess water. “Cheerios is a possibility.”
“I think I’ll go with the pasta,” she said, rolling her eyes. “And shouldn’t you be outside grilling the steaks?”
“I suppose,” he answered, and she had to suppress a smile. From the corner of her eye, she watched him pick up the platter and leave, the door behind him closing with a gentle click.
The sky was a deep, velvety purple and the stars were already ablaze.MoreLess
“What’s going on?”
“I was trying to find some things to go with the steak, but other than this,” she said, holding up the can, “there’s not much.”
“What are our choices?” he asked as he washed his hands at the kitchen sink.
“Aside from the beans, he has grits, a bottle of spaghetti sauce, pancake flour, a half-empty box of penne pasta, and Cheerios. In the fridge, he has butter and condim...ents. Oh, and the sweet tea, of course.”
He shook off the excess water. “Cheerios is a possibility.”
“I think I’ll go with the pasta,” she said, rolling her eyes. “And shouldn’t you be outside grilling the steaks?”
“I suppose,” he answered, and she had to suppress a smile. From the corner of her eye, she watched him pick up the platter and leave, the door behind him closing with a gentle click.
The sky was a deep, velvety purple and the stars were already ablaze.MoreLess
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