Sam's Point-of-View
After that delightful trip to Target with Margie, I decided on a hot bath to calm my nerves. I just want to be alone for a while.
Margie had given me a considerable dose of reality, and I feel like shit because of it.
I am taking my clothes off when there is a knock on my bathroom door.
"Just a minute!" I say, grabbing my robe from behind the door. Putting it on and tying it, I open the door.
It's Joe.
"Hey!" I say.
"I'm sorry! I wanted to talk to you. I'll come back later." He turns to walk away when I stop him.
"No," I laugh, opening the door wider. "Come in."
Joe hesitates and follows me in, holding a cup of coffee.
"What's on your mind?" I ask, sitting on the tub's edge and running my hand through the bubbles.
"This is for you," he says, handing me the cup.
It's black coffee with sugar. My favorite! I smile at him as I begin to drink it. He grins as he sees I am enjoying my drink.