Last Saturday morning, Sebastien woke up and realized that there was no coffee left in the house. So he got dressed and walked three blocks to Zabar’s for a bag of freshly ground coffee beans. He returned and made a pot of coffee.
Curious, I stood up from the couch and walked to the kitchen.
Sebastien turned and handed me a fresh cup of coffee with milk–just the way I like it.
This wasn’t the first time my loving husband fixed me a beverage. Thinking fondly of a previous occasion, I looked deep into his eyes and said, “I hope the coffee cup is clean this time.”
To which he replied, “You can just go straight to hell.”