Susan was sitting in the sun room as Ralph entered. He saw his wife staring out into space. She wasn’t dressed. This time she was still in her pj’s. Not like her at all. He was about to say something when his iPhone vibrated. He left the room to take the call.
“Staring into space isn’t going to fix this,” muttered Susan as she got out of the rocking chair. She turned to the right to find a concerned look on Ralph’s face.
“How bad is it? Don’t worry I can fix anything,” Said Ralph as he walked up to Susan. He stared at her with intensity. “Who died?”
They were holding hands when Susan blurted out, “I’m seventy pounds over weight.”
Ralph scooped her up in his arms. She began to cry which turned into sobbing. “Ralph I can’t breath.” Said Susan.
He looked at her soaked faced, released her from his hold and took off his flannel shirt. “We will get through this together,” he said as her wiped off her face, then held the shirt up to her nose, “Blow.” Susan complied.
“You’re a keeper Ralph Green. You know we do have Kleenex.” Said Susan as they walked into the kitchen. “Thanks for wanting to keep me. I’m potty trained and have had all my shoots.” They both laughed.
“Meet me in an hour.” Said Ralph.
Susan gave him a quizzical look. Ralph whispered, “You need to clean up. While you’re doing that I need to put a stop to a rumor.”