eggs and twice fried potatoes.
“You’re going to work with only a grapefruit on your stomach?”
“I’m not really hungry this morning.”
“Okay.” He reached across the table and covered her short thick fingers with his own long spider like ones. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Lisbeth avoided his eyes and looked down at the grapefruit.
“You know I love you right?”
Lisbeth jerked her head up and nodded.
“Then there shouldn’t be anything we can’t talk about. Tell me, what’s going on?”
“There has to be something wrong for me to what to eat healthier?” She snatched her hand from under his and grabbed her grapefruit off the plate. Lisbeth went over to the cupboard and grabbed her favorite plastic container. She dropped the grapefruit in and placed the container in her mauve colored tote bag. “I’ll see you later Jake, I’m outta here.”
Her feet thudded heavily out of the room, but she felt a tug on the back of her blazer when she reached the front door. She turned, starring into pools of honey. His concerned look melted all of her defenses. He wrapped his arms around what he could of her waist and tugged her toward him.
“I don’t want to fight before you head off to work. Whatever you want to do, I’ll support you.” He placed a soft and brief kiss on her lip.
Lisbeth didn’t want to leave for work angry either. She grabbed the sides of his head pulling him to her then kissed his bottom then the top lip. He opened his mouth and their tongues forgave.
“Have a good day at work baby.”
He opened the door for her and she walked out with an extra swish in her step.
But Jake’s tone was different when he came home that night.
“What’s this?”
He pointed to a pack of dark green sheets that sat on the countertop.
“Seaweed,” she whispered.
Jake stepped closer to her and asked her again.
“Seaweed,” Lisbeth said. This time with more force.
“Ah.” Jake’s lips curled into a smirk. He whirled around, walking out of the kitchen.
“Where are you going?” Lisbeth said to his back.
He turned and said, “I’m going to get some food babe. I’ve been working construction all day and I need food. Real food. Meat and potatoes, not this fish and gerbil crap.”
“You said you were going to be supportive.”