Of Death and Smiles

He smiled over his Sunday morning oatmeal, plain and steaming, his grapefruit cut into halves. Smiled with his eyes. Gotta remember, always with the eyes. “That’s your problem,” pointing at his wife’s sausage and pancakes, drenched with syrup. “And that’s yours!” She pointed back, at his grapefruit, her well-rounded face slinging condemnation. “It wouldn’t hurt […]