The heavenly aroma of English stew wafted through the kitchen, bringing a smile to Daphne's face. She loved doing things like this; preparing a meal for her husband.
Even now, three months later, she could hardly believe that she was really married. It was like a dream come true.
Smiling at the table with satisfaction, she walked into the living room and glanced up the staircase.
"Dinner's ready, Sweetheart!" She called to him.
"Okay, just a sec!" Donny yelled back. "I just need to finish up this case and I'll be right down!"
She sighed with annoyance. Whenever Donny said he had a case to finish, it always meant that she'd be eating dinner alone.
But tonight she refused to do so. She'd worked too hard on this meal to let it go to waste.
"DONNY, NOW!" She yelled.
Finally she saw him hurry down the stairs; a cell phone pressed against his ear.
"Yes Mark. Are you kidding me? We've got this case in the bag! The guy's worth at least five thou-."
He looked up sharply when he saw his wife giving him a look that meant business.
"Um... Look Mark. I'll have to call you back later. The wife... Yeah..." Then he laughed. "Yours too, huh? I guess they just don't understand what we men have to go through to make a living."
Anger flared inside of Daphne at her husband's sexist comment.
"All right." Donny laughed into the phone as though he hadn't heard Daphne's outburst. "Lunch tomorrow... On me, Pal! Bye!"
Donny snapped his phone shut and looked at Daphne, oblivious to how angry she was.
"What? I was on a business call!"
She scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Donny. Just come on. I made a special dinner for the two of us and I don't want it to get cold."
"All right, Honey. But can we make it a quick dinner?"
Ignoring his comment, Daphne took Donny's hand and led him into the dining room, where he noticed the aroma coming from the kitchen.
"What is that smell?" he asked, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
The harshness of his words stung, but Daphne managed a smile as they sat down at the table.
"That is me English Stew. A specialty of me Grammy Moon's." She said proudly.
"Aw, Honey. Again?"
She sat the plate in front of him, paying no attention to the sting of yet another indirect insult.
"What do you mean again? It's the first time I've served it to you! I wanted to wait until we were married and make you something really special. It's me Grammy Moon's secret recipe. Try it!"
He cringed as he helped himself to a spoonful and took a bite; cringing even more.
"Oh God... That's... Secret recipe you said?"
"Yes." Daphne said proudly. "What do you think?"
"Oh... Well..." he said, chewing his food. "It certainly is... secret recipe?"
She sighed irritably. "Yes, Donny."
"Should have been buried." He mumbled.
"Oh... nothing." He said a little too quickly.