Breakfast. Couldn't find the bread. Looked in the cabinet, the 'fridge, the box thing on the counter. Didn't wanna say anything 'cuz she's told me before that I should know where the bread is. Left the toaster empty.
There isn't any, she said. I'm so sorry, I've been meaning to go to the store...
She sighed; it'd been a busy week. Then she said, If I was graded on how I take care of things, I'd get a 67...
Whoa. How'd we get from no bread to I'm-a-bad-wife? Can't just let that go. What has she always done for me? Do it. Quick.
Listen, you can't grade yourself, so I'm the one who has to give the grade and I give you a 100. I don't care if we have any bread, you take great care of me, you take care of everything wonderfully and I've never had a single thought of complaint about what you do or how you do it. You're talking about how you take care of me so I'm the one to give the grade and you get 100...
She sighed again (a different kind)...You just gave me grace.
Brenda: 7,680
Gary: 1