Write One Leaf About Repeating Yourself

‘What about coffee dear? What about coffee?’ She shakes her head.

‘Sugar? Do we need any more sugar?’ She shakes her head again.

‘Milk? How about milk? Do we need milk?’ She shakes her head a third time.

‘What do we need, my love? What do we need, my dear?’

Her reply was thick, spoken around a heavy tongue that barely knew what to say. But he understood.

‘Bread, flour, eggs. Bread, flour, eggs.’

A young woman walking close to the conversation turned to face the elderly couple and asked, ‘Why do you repeat everything?’ The woman didn’t mean to be rude, and the elderly man could see that she was only
curious.

‘My wife is almost deaf. If I don’t repeat what I say, she’ll ask me to anyway. I’m saving her the trouble.’

‘What was that?’ asked his wife.

The man chuckled and winked at the passing stranger. ‘Nothing, my dear. Nothing, my love.’