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We had fallen asleep as soon as we arrived home. The next morning when I awoke the clock said ten-thirty and I was alone in the bed. Fear crept over me as I was rising out of sleep that the love of my life had run away. Getting up I strode to the door and opened it and heard the sound of pans and smelled the coffee. Sighing relief I went to the bathroom. I was dressed when I bounded down the stairs and entered the kitchen. Jane was at the stove and she turned to me and offered me coffee. Gratefully accepting the warm cup of aromatic, wholesome, warm drink I leaned against the wall of the entranceway into the kitchen. I studied my wife as she returned to making breakfast. I wondered what she was thinking. I hadn't seen the dress she was wearing before. It was all one item but was a smooth sweater with cap sleeves and the skirt was attached was a print and very full. Just above the knee the skirt had matching straps that crossed in the back and over her shoulders straight down the front. I think they call that a jumper or something. Anyway it was pretty and it fit her well. After last night I didn't think she would wear pretty dresses for me anymore.

I wanted to be alone with my thoughts and went out the sliding door to the deck and sat in a chair sipping my coffee. I was pensive when Jane came out and refilled my coffee. Neither one of us said a word. She did smile though. I asked myself if I liked the new me. I do but I was way over the top last night. Well, I wonder what Jane is going to say about it. Jane came out and carefully placed a plate of food on the table and sat down next to me with her coffee. I decided to ask. ...

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