'Good Morning, Sunshine'
-rolls over with blurry eyes and dry mouth- 'mmmm- mornin'
'How'd you sleep Beautiful?'
'Mmm- great. I was so relaxed. Thank you' -light kiss-
'I've got something for you' -goes and retrieves what looks like food-
'What's this Babe?'
'Breakfast. I woke up early and you were so cute sleeping, I decided to fix you some breakfast'
-suspicious glance- 'F-for me?'
'Yeah girl, all for you. I made a mess in your kitchen, but I'll clean it all up.'
'B-but Babe. I didn't have anything in the kitchen. I'm out of everything-'
'Yeah, I noticed!' -ruffles hair even more- 'So while you were asleep, I went down to the market. Here, start with some toast'
'-Down to the market huh? Just like that? Seems like a lot of trouble- just for breakfast'
'Not at all. Here, try the toast-'
-looks meaningfully at the toast- 'So- they just let you go and like, you know, buy stuff down at the `market`?'
-laughs- 'Yeah. They tend to do that down there.'
'They didn't say anything, like `Gee, you're up early` or anything like that? Didn't ask where you had me or nothing-?'
'uh- no. Should they have? You have a running tab or something-?'
'No. It just seems like they'd ask. This is just toast, right?'
-laughs- 'Just toast. -with butter.'
-harsh bark- 'Butter huh? yeah, ok, I get it. That's ok.'
-confused- 'Well, here, try some eggs. I had to pick some of the shell out, so you get scrambled.' -laughs-
'What's that? What is that? Is it like dirt or something? Or- is it, you know-' -stammers-
'It's pepper. I seasoned it already. You like pepper, right? I didn't use a ton.'
'Pepper. Right. Ok, what is this Robert? Butter, `and` pepper? What are you up to-?'
-remains confused- 'Nothing Babe. It's just breakfast, to thank you for such a fantastic night-'
'Oh, and I suppose that's `just` bacon, huh?' -abrasive laugh- 'God Robert. What is all this. It's Myrtle, isn't it?'
'Who?'
'Who? Fucking Myrtle! It's about her, isn't it. I'm in the way now. You want me gone, out of the picture-'
'Who the hell is `Myrtle`?? Is that a real person-? Jesus Christ Stacy, what the hell-'
'Yeah, play dumb, but I see it now. I mean, `butter`? God, you're so transparent-'
'Babe, I have no idea what the fuck you're saying-'
'No, `babe`? You want me gone, so you have unrestricted access to Myrtle and her fortune!! I've been such a fool, thinking you really loved me-'
'Are you mental, or what?? I don't know any Myrtle. Who the fuck is Myrtle-?'
'The lady at work. Just lost her husband- I told you already.'
'The lady at work-? You told me she was in her 80's-'
'Awww, so now you suddenly remember? Hah! You know her husband left her some money, you want her!! Gold digger!!!'
'Oh my God-' -shakes head- 'Like I'd leave you for an 80 year old-'
'I see it all Robert, you don't have to pretend anymore. You wanted me dead, so you could collect on the insurance-'
'What insurance?? We're not even married- '
'You could have driven over and taken some girl to play your `girlfriend` to some quickie chapel in Nevada!! Got a certificate for a few bucks and one hand on my neck, the other in the small of `her` back- Hah! I bet you did just that last week when I was working late!! Oh, I've been so foolish trusting you!'
'Stacy; you've gone off the deep end-' -eyes wide with unrecognition- 'I only made you breakfast. If you don't want it, ok. but I didn't make it to trick you in anyway, or to put something over on you- Jesus Christ! You are fucking crazy!! I can't believe I ever let myself have any feelings for you. You should be in some institution! You're fucking nuts-'
'Wait Rob!' -begins to cry, slightly- 'I-I'm sorry. I'm just not used to this- I don't know how to be pampered or anything. Ok- I over reacted, I know, but this is all so new for me-'
-wipes single tear from cheek- 'It's ok Babe. Listen, I love you! That's all, there's no hidden agendas or anything. You can trust me, alright? Do you trust me?'
-sniff- 'Y-yes.'
'Good. Here, take a sip of orange juice and just relax, ok?'
-suspicious glance- 'Fresh squeezed orange juice-?'
'Yeah. I left the pulp because I know you like extra pulp-'
'Oh. Extra pulp. Yes. That would be typical, I suppose. Thick pulp, settling on the bottom, huh? Maybe to hide something? Like a pill or something?'
'Fucking Christ!! You want me to drink it?? Would that help? Or am suspected of having already taken the fucking antidote?? Good Lord! Is that grease on the bacon, or is it Nitro-glycerine? One bite and poof, up in a blazing dust cloud. Strawberry jelly on that fucking toast?? Trying to choke you with the fucking seeds???? Shit! Trying to strangle me with that paper towel?? Oh fuck! Look out Stacy! I've got a fork on the plate! I might try to `tine` you to death!!'
'Y-you don't have to be sarcastic about it-'
-swallowing anger, trying to regain composure, waiting for pulse to settle- 'I tell you what. Let's get you dressed. I still want to get you breakfast, but we'll go and buy it, ok? At a resturant. They don't know you, I won't put my hands on your food. You pick the place, so I can't call in advance to have you poisoned. Alright? Does that sound like a plan to you Stacy? Will that appease your Fucking fears-???' -face is red, eyes bug out-
-claps hands- 'Oh, that sounds great!! Come on Rob, don't be mad at me. I know I'm a lunatic. I'm just nervous, ok? I don't mean it like it seems- Ok Babe?'
-sighs, resigned- 'Alright. Get dressed then. I need something in my stomach besides acid-'
'Ok Sweetie!!' -throws on jeans and sweatshirt, pulls hair back, tucks feet into flats- 'Let's go! You dri- uh, `I'll` drive! We'll take my car-'
