Snow was falling outside as the Harbor family made its way downstairs to the kitchen table, dawn barely brushing over the pale grey horizon. A late December morning, it was quiet in the house.
“You have an important meeting today?” Brandi asked, looking over her cup of coffee towards her husband, Todd. The petite blonde-haired woman was wearing her nightgown, a modest pink dress that extended past her knees. On anyone else, the straight-hemmed dress would have done no favors to a middle-aged woman’s figure, but Brandi was blessed with a thin tummy and full, perky breasts that filled out even the most unassuming of gowns.
“Just business as usual, dear.” Her husband’s response, or lack thereof, was also business as usual.
Brandi sighed, looking back down at the new romance novel she’d been flipping through. Her guilty pleasure, one that Todd routinely berated her over. She’d just gotten to a good part and was guiltily looking forward to her husband’s imminent departure for work. The jacuzzi master bath called her name, and the multi-speed detachable showerhead she’d bought as an early Christmas gift for herself, amongst some other things.