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All that glitters is not mold…
Marie opens the fridge, and waves of frosty condensation roll down over her t-shirt and shorts, down her legs to her bare feet. She closes her eyes and sighs, and grabs a lemon lime soda from the nearly empty shelf. She holds it up and squints at it, frowning at the label, and swaps it for the generic cola next to it, sighing less contentedly and closes the door. The outside door scrapes open, banging into the laundry basket by the washing machine, and Stephen stands in the doorway, beaming with pride. “Marie?”
“I feel,” He pulls his old scratched safety glasses off, puts his dirty rubber gloves into his dirtier lab coat pocket, and steps into the kitchen as she pops the top. “like a rock star.”
He reaches out, rushes toward her and scoops her up in a hug, trying not to spill her drink. She smiles, and gives him a kiss, “.. Back off sweaty man, you smell disgusting.”
He puts her down and she points back to the kitchen door, “You’ll let the cat out. And we need to talk.” He holds his hands up in surrender, goes back and closes the door, turns, and reaches out to close in for the hug. “Guess what it is.”
She pushes him to arms length, cocks one eyebrow at him, and crinkles her nose “Hot and gross? Kinda smelly?”
He smiles. “Well, yes. But no.” He bites his lip, and bounces a little “I mined…
