Bring It Here
It started as a Sunday thing. Sundays are allowed.
A Sunday thing
“Bring it here.” She said it into the pillow, without opening her eyes, and it was not a request.
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Then it was Sundays and the odd Saturday. Then it was any morning he was home. Then there was a week in November where he could not remember the last time she had eaten the first thing of the day anywhere but there.
Every stage of the sequence
- A Sunday thing. “Bring it here.” She said it into the pillow, without opening her eyes, and it was not a request.
- Every morning. The light was already high. She held her hand out for it without sitting up any further than she had to.
She held her hand out for it without sitting up any further. “You’re spoiling me.”