just as her husband Robert trudged down the stairs in his navy robe . His finely aged features revealed he was a successful businessman who invested sincere interest in his family . Mary ’ s grip on the spatula tightened while she flipped a pancake . Her eyes blinked repeatedly like her makeup was bothering her .
Robert lowered the newspaper to the table . “ What ’ s going on , dear ? Did you and Nancy have another argument ?”
Mary smiled and placed a hand on her hip , turning away from the yellow linoleum counter . “ Now why would you say that ?”
“ Because ,” Robert smirked , “ you always blink like that when you ’ re angry .”
Mary ’ s auburn curls bobbed as she shook her head . “ No , it ’ s not that , dear . She told me something peculiar that ’ s bothering me .” “ Well , what did she say ?” “ Sh-she told me a nightmare she had about drowning — water rushing into the house . It ’ s the same dream I had , and it was dreadful ! I know she ’ s a smart young woman , but I wish she wouldn ’ t write such terrible things in that journal !”
The room was silent except for the trembling hum of the coffee pot on the stove . “ Mary , I had the same dream too .” Both stared at one another in disbelief . Robert ’ s face paled , and then he suddenly regained his composure .
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