Questions
Simon and Rebecca were sitting down for dinner.
“How was your day?” Simon asked.
Rebecca smiled as she answered, “gettin’ back in the groove after havin’ all summer off to be with you is gettin’ harder.” A sigh escaped her. “You?”
He reached for her hand across the table. She accepted, “not much new to report.” Came his answer.
She looked out the window at the Rice house. “Looks like the sheriff is visiting.” Her statement came through gritted teeth.
“Where’d that come from?” He asked with surprise.
“That bastard gave me a speeding ticket.” She reiterated with shock and disbelief. “Me!”
“Honey, did you deserve it?”
“You mean you’re not gonna defend me?” He raised an eyebrow. She huffed. “I may have been going a little fast. The first day of inservice, I didn’t want to be late.”
“Tomorrow we will get up half an hour earlier.”
She pouted, “but I wanted to stay in bed with you. It felt nice.”
“It did feel nice.” He squeezed her hand, “but we can’t have you feelin’ rushed.”
She turned back toward the window as Dillon’s truck pulled onto the road pointing toward town. “Has he been over there all day?”
“What time did he give you the ticket?”
“7:30 makin’ me even later.” She growled.
“I came home at lunch but honestly didn’t pay attention.”
“How could you not notice that ugly beast he drives?”
“Wasn’t lookin’ for it?” He said softly.
She jerked her hand away from his.
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