Yes, Barbara, safe travels to you. Have a wonderful time!

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Jim pushed the eggs around his plate with his fork. They were dry. Kathryn always scrambled them without milk -- just cracked the eggs in the pan and fiddled them around until there was no moisture left. Jim hated them this way, but it had never felt right to tell Kathryn that she didn't know how to scramble an egg. This is how things change, thought Jim.

Kathryn spread the butter thick over her toast. "What's wrong, hon?" she asked. She stuck out her tongue and licked off the butter knife. The serrated edge pressed against the pink flesh of her tongue.

"Don't do that," Jim said.

Kathryn set the knife across the top rim of her plate. "I always do that," she said. "I have a habit of doing that."

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See you tomorrow, Jennifer.