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argentis-silver:

       ”I gave you an hour.”

   [Mad was something she did well,
       very well. She could hold a grudge
       for days if she had to and she was
       sure that Stu knew that good and
       well.]

       ”What do you want for breakfast?”

        “And I’ve given you enough grief
            with working almost nonstop.”

      [He had already pissed her off
          enough.  Push any more and
          there was going to be hell to
          pay.  Plus, he didn’t like making
          his wife upset.]

        “How about I make you breakfast?
             To make up a bit for not keeping
              my promise this morning.”