It was a silent fall morning as the woman crawled out of bed. Her eyes were red, the result of the hot tears that had fallen the night before. She moved to the bathroom mirror to apply make up to her pale face. After doing so, the woman retreated down the stairs to meet her husband at the breakfast table.
"Good morning," the man said before taking a sip of his orange juice. "Are you feeling any better?"
The woman gave no reply as she moved to the kitchen counter to cut a banana.
"It'll get easier over time, I promise," the man said as he watched his wife.
"That's easy for you to say! You don't know how I feel!" The woman then began to stab at the banana, no longer slicing it with gentle strokes.
"You're right, I don't know how you feel. But I do know how I feel," the man continued to hold a calm voice.
"Your point?"
"It'll get easier over time."
"I don't believe you!"
"There is no need to get cruel. We have to be supportive to each other in times like these."
"Be supportive!? How can I be supportive, Jim? We lost our daughter! Our ONLY daughter!!!" The woman turned around now, looking her husband and directly in the eyes.
"I don't mean about what happened. I'm just saying that we need to be supportive of each other. You know I'll be here for you, and I hope you know that!"
The woman rolled her eyes as she turned her back on him once more. "Whatever," she mumbled as she grabbed another banana to slice.
"I love you," the man said softly.
"Whatever," she replied back.
"I love you," he repeated, this time louder.
"Whatever."
"Just wanted to let you know."
"Whatever."
"We'll get through this you know."
"WHATEVER!"
"Will you stop saying whatever!" The mans voice rose once again as his face grew slightly red.
"I don't want to talk about this Jim!"
"That's obvious. But we can't keep going on like this, you know? It's been over a week ... and every day you get more and more furious with me. Do you think Catherine would want us to act like this?" The man watched his wife as she turned around. Her eyes were still red, as more fresh tears streamed down her face.
"Here's your pancakes, Jim," the woman said dropping the plate in-front of him. Moving towards the stairs, the woman headed back up to their bedroom. Leaving Jim, and the freshly cut banana's, still in the Kitchen.
