Work, by Don Tassone

“How was it?” he said.

“Okay,” she said.

“Are you tired?  You look tired.”

“I’m fine.”

He sipped his coffee.

“What did you do?”

She opened the fridge and pulled out a can of sparkling water.

“Not much,” she said, sitting down across from him. “Orientation mainly.”

“Do you think you’ll like it?”

“What?”

“Working.”

“Yeah, I do.”

Then, looking away, she added, “You should try it.”

His face turned red. He got up.

“Dinner?” she said.

“I already ate.”

He put his coffee cup in the sink, grabbed a beer from the fridge and stepped into the family room.