Edie slept in Saturday until she smelled the coffee. She and Tom had made a deal. Since he was an early riser and left for work earlier than she, he'd make the coffee. She'd grown to love his strong coffee, just like she did the man himself.

She threw on some jeans and a long T-shirt and met him in the kitchen. He stood at the sink, gazing out the window at the green pasture, tall with grass. Edie snuck up behind him and curled her arms around his middle. He hugged her.

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