Monday, March 28, 2022
She seeps her tea bag for the recommended six minutes. Ten minutes pass. The cup remains full. She stares at it. “It’s getting cold,” says husband, as he pushes the cup toward her hand. Her eyes raise at his fraternal gesture.
“I want it cooled,” she responds.
Husband heads for the freezer. Her fist slams through the table. He stops. She gasps. He asks, “Sweetheart, what—.”
“Don’t,” she shouts. He winces and heads back to the table.
While sitting across from her, he reaches for a napkin to wipe spillage next to her tea cup. His hand is right there, so he caresses her knuckles, asking, “Is it the coaster?”