my wife Tamara and I would meet at our loft apartment for a quick lunch.
I would get an hour break on that day instead of the usual half-hour at best,
and I'm only 5 minutes away from our place. Tamara starts work at 3 on Tuesdays.
We'd split a toasted cheese sandwich and have a cup of soup
that she was kind enough to have ready when I got there.
We'd talk about things and have a few laughs and it was fun.
Less than an hour goes by fast but that added to the excitement.
We'd been doing that for about a year.
A couple of Tuesdays ago, I got in, loosened my tie and called out hello.
Tamara came in and smiled and asked me how I was
and brought lunch over and put it on the table in front of me.
I noticed where she only had on a shirt and shorts.
She leaned over with her shirt open and gave me a very intense look.
"It's really hot," she said.
"Uh, oh. You mean the soup," I said—a little startled.
"No," she replied.
We have a new tradition: I take an hour and a half for lunch on Tuesdays;
Tamara still makes it to work on time, though sometimes she has to hurry.
We've learned to like cold toasted cheese sandwiches and soup.
The time goes by fast but that adds to the excitement.
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