Morning Coffee
I was lying in bed quietly basking in the illuminating rays of the morning sun streaming through the window when my phone unexpectedly rang. "Morning Paula," the voice on the other end said. I recognized the man's voice right away.
It was Dennis. Contacting me much earlier than I expected. "Morning D, you're a little early," I said.
"Yeah, I was trying to avoid rush hour traffic so I decided to leave a little earlier, and I brought us coffee, so there's no rush, we have an hour or more to kill, I'll be at your door in about 15 minutes," he replied.
"Okay, I'll leave the door unlocked for you, relax and make yourself at home, I'm going to jump in the shower." "Tina was right, I told him, she said that you're never late, always on time."
He chuckled and said, "yep, always." My daughter Tina had already left for work. She had asked Dennis if he could ferry me to pick up my car from his dealership's Service department when it opened this morning.
Dennis, I called him D, was my daughter Tina's boyfriend of five years. He was a Sales Manager at the local car dealership where I purchased my last car. I was at least twenty years older than Dennis, but he didn't hide the fact the day I walked into his dealership that he had an immediate interest in me.
