Saturday Morning

I got up, Danny was still sleeping. I didn’t wake him. I let Chubby out. I made coffee and crumpets. Amanda likes crumpets for breakfast down the beach, funny how you do the same according to location.

I was on the deck drinking coffee when Danny appeared at the folding doors.

The sun was shining, the morning was bright.

“Hey,” said Danny.

“Good morning.

Chubby got to his feet and wiggled his arse as he walked over to Danny.

“Chubster,” said Danny as he squatted down to pat Chubby.

“How did you sleep?” I asked. I couldn’t help myself.

“Yeah,” he said. “Good. You?”

“Yeah, good, a bit hung over,” I said. “Do you want some coffee?”

“No, I might head off, actually,” he said.

“Oh, okay then.”

“See you then…” he said.

“Okay.”

He stood in the doorway as though he wanted to say something else. I stood looking at him waiting for him to say it. We both stood there looking at each other, until he turned awkwardly and left.

I looked at Chubby. He looked at me.

“Another fine mess, hey Chubby?”

Chubby’s tail instantly began to wag as he looked up at me adoringly.

Or, did he just want his breakfast?