Well...(redux)

This too...wrote in 2005

They sat at the kitchen table. She munched. He sipped. They didn't speak. Just munched and sipped. She was hungry. He was thirsty. Jussst...munching and sipping. Neither spoke.

She wiped her mouth with the napkin and cleared her throat. He looked at her. Kept looking.

She bit into her food again. "Mmmhmm, mhhmm?"

He placed the glass down. "Sorry?"

She swallowed hurriedly. Boy, was she hungry.

"I'm sorry. What I meant was, Do you want more?"

He shook his head.

She nodded and went back to her munching. He was done sipping.

He rose.

She sat watching.

He wanted to leave, obviously. He just raised his hand, but didn't wave.

She smiled through her mouthful. "Mm hmm," she said.

He gently stepped out from the open window. She munched some more. A few moments later, she went to the window. He was there on the street. He turned at her one last time. His eyes had welled up when he rose to leave, she recalled. Now he waved... and disappeared into the darkness.

She looked down at her bulging tummy and waved her palm on it. The baby moved. She looked into the darkness again. It was their first baby on foreign shore.

She wondered if she should tell her sister about the Indian burglar, who didn't have the heart to rob them, after seeing her condition. After all, this was a country foreign to him as well. Poor guy. She thought about her husband, snoring inside in the bedroom. Should she tell him?

Ah, let it be...

For now, she wanted to rob the entire kitchen off all the goodies. Boy, this guy's one helluva eater, she thought, looking down again.

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