The Survivor Kind

“Oh, you poor dear. You should at least come home with us for lunch. I’ll make some soup.”

“Laurie! No.”

Laurie looked sharply at Robert, then guiltily at me.

“Will you give us a minute, sweetie?”

I nodded and they retreated a few feet to continue their argument in private. I tried hard to look like I wasn’t listening, but apparently I didn’t convince Robert. He zipped his mouth hole closed and continued arguing. I guess Laurie was able to understand him. She probably had a lot of practice. After a few minutes they seemed to reach an agreement and turned back to me.

“Well, someone had to be reminded of what hospitality is, but you’re welcome to come back with us for at least a hot meal.”

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