Terry foggily looked at the paper while squeezing oranges, making coffee and buttering toast. “Anything else, Angie?”

She smiled gratefully, “You’re wonderful, and solicitous!”

“No”, he shook his head. “No lawyers”.

They looked up at each other in incomprehension. He wiped marmalade off his sleeve onto the economic news, stared at the toast, decided against reading or eating anything and got up to leave for the plant.