The Gift (6)

With her hands filled with the dessert dishes she walked from the family room into the kitchen where her husband was already filling the dishwasher. Setting the dishes down on the island behind him, she pulled one of the stools out and sat down. “Well, I think that went quite well if I do say so myself,” she said as she straightened the flower that sat in the middle of the counter top. Turning to pick up the dishes she had set on the island her husband put his hands on the counter and smiled....