Milk and Honey

Milk and Honey

Flu Season,  3:00am

HE  (coughing,  wakes spouse)    “My throat’s killing me,  I think I need some warm milk and honey.” 

SHE  (sleepily)   “Oh, you poor boy.  I’ll go fix it.” 

She gets out of bed,  puts on her bathrobe and slippers,  and trudges off to the kitchen.

Two Weeks Later,  3:00am 

SHE  (coughing,  wakes spouse)  “I’m afraid I’ve caught your flu.  My throat’s killing me.  I think I need some warm milk and honey.”

HE  (sleepily)  “Oh,  you poor girl,  go fix it.

She gets out of bed,  puts on her bathrobe and slippers,   and trudges off to the kitchen.

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– Dana Susan Lehrman