Breakfast at the Rothsteins
Ginger had intended to be awake before Sam. She had intended to make him his favorite eggs, and have Amy all ready in her high chair, all tidy and bathed with ribbons in her hair. She had intended to make a really good impression on Sam, let him know that this was what she wanted.
So when she emerged from the bedroom, to see the perfect scene of domesticity already underway and a headache that pounded relentlessly just under her brow, she smiled sheepishly at Sam.
He was dressed immaculately as always, flicking through the morning papers, coffee in hand. Amy was being fed by the help, who was making cooing noises at her to encourage her to open wide. She walked right past her daughter and poured herself a cup of coffee, knocking back a couple of aspirin before she responded to her excited calls of 'Mommy!".
"Hey there sweetie. You be a good girl for Mommy and finish up your cereal. Mommy's got a headache."
So when she emerged from the bedroom, to see the perfect scene of domesticity already underway and a headache that pounded relentlessly just under her brow, she smiled sheepishly at Sam.
He was dressed immaculately as always, flicking through the morning papers, coffee in hand. Amy was being fed by the help, who was making cooing noises at her to encourage her to open wide. She walked right past her daughter and poured herself a cup of coffee, knocking back a couple of aspirin before she responded to her excited calls of 'Mommy!".
"Hey there sweetie. You be a good girl for Mommy and finish up your cereal. Mommy's got a headache."