Sean stood at the kitchen window, watching drizzle slide down the pane.
“What a lovely mornin’,” he chirped.
“Thank you, Debbie Reynolds,” Brawnie replied, picking up a dish towel to dry a freshly washed wine glass.
Sean continued scrubbing crusty residue off last night’s dinner plates.
“I wonder,” he asked hesitantly, “how a guy would find out someone’s ring size without asking?”
Brawnie raised his eyebrows.
“Are you trying to tell me something?”
“I mean,” Sean explained, “if you wanted the perfect ending to your musical.…”
Brawnie gulped lukewarm coffee from his mug.
“I suppose the guy could just keep tap dancing around the question,” he suggested.
“Then again,” he continued, looking out the rainy window, “if I were Gene Kelly, it’s possible I already would have gone off and bought a ring for my darling Debbie.”
Sean smirked. He placed a handful of cooking utensils in their drawer.
“What a lovely mornin’.”
Copyright 2019 by Brian Dean Powers
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