Mari pushed the heap of clothes from Sean’s sofa onto the floor and slumped down on the worn white cushions. “Those were clean,” Sean said. “Really? They looked kind of wrinkled.” Sean was about to take a bite of a sandwich, but Mari looked at it expectantly. “Is that peanut butter?” Sean ripped the sandwich apart and gave her half. “Thanks,” she said. “Nothing tastes as good as peanut butter, except peanut butter with some sugar sprinkled on top or dipped in syrup.” Sean popped the rest of his sandwich in his mouth. “Did you eat that already?” She said through the peanut butter clinging to the roof of her mouth. “Half a sandwich takes half the time to eat,” Sean said. She couldn’t even muster a laugh, just a small, sad smile. “Can I have a drink of that?” Sean passed her the bottle of water he held to his lips. She took a big swig and offered it back, but Sean waved her off. “I shouldn’t have lost my temper. He just made me so mad. Do you know how frustrating he can be?
