Milk and Honey

FLU SEASON,  Apt 16A,  3:00 am

HE (coughing violently, wakes spouse)  “My throat is killing me.  I think I need some warm milk and honey.”

SHE (sleepily)  “Oh you poor boy.  I’ll go fix it.”

She gets out of bed,  puts on her bathrobe and slippers and trudges off to the kitchen.

TWO WEEKS LATER,  Apt 16A,  3:00 am

SHE (coughing violently,  wakes spouse)  “I guess I’ve caught your flu.  My throat is killing me.  I think I need some warm milk and honey.”

HE (sleepily)  “Oh you poor girl.  Go fix it.”

She gets out of bed,  puts on her bathrobe and slippers and trudges off to the kitchen.

Dana Susan Lehrman

 

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