“Swapped out the muffler fer a glass pack on the ol’ Shelby.” He chortled as he dumped cornflakes into a bowl, scattering some across the counter and onto the linoleum floor. “Got that bee’atch’s 7:00 am wake up call!”
“You shoulda seen her face when she slammed her window shut!” He heaped spoonfuls of sugar on top of the cornflakes and doused it all with milk.
“Cain’t fer the life o’ me remember what went on b’tween yous two.” He shook his head as he took her favorite teacup from the cupboard.
“An’ it don’t matter none.” He carefully measured then stirred honey and milk into her tea. Balancing the cup on the matching saucer, he carried it over and set it gently beside her, stroking the side of her urn with the back of his fingers.
“Shor do miss you, punnkin’.”