Chapter 47 The False Date

• At dawn Susan expected to wake by the side of her husband, Jamole but instead a nice aroma shot into her nostrils.
• “Morning, sweetie,” Jamole greeted cheerfully, his gaze peered down to the tray of dishes in his hands. “Nice morning for my sweetie. Look what we have here, darling…”
• Susan who was done yawning and stretching, cast an inspective stare at the dishes. “Hmmm, hummy, what do we have here?” she opened the dishes one after the other. “My favorite,” she sounded after sharing a stare across the mushroom soup and wheat.