She woke, yawned, stretched and rolled over. He was at the dresser fully clothed and ready to go to work. She blinked her eyes and tried to focus on the clock. Nine a.m.!
She scrambled from the bed demanding to know why he’d let her sleep so late. He said she was sleeping so soundly that he thought she must need the rest.
“I went to bed at a reasonable hour last night! I should have been up long before this.” She struggled into her robe and headed for the kitchen. If he was going to work on a day the campus was closed for holiday, she needed to make him a lunch.
He said, “Yes, but we were up very late Christmas Eve.”
She paused at the bedroom door and said, “But we slept in Christmas morning and it should have taken care of that.” Then She hurried to the kitchen.
He called after her, “I guess it was the tomato paste.”
At the kitchen door she stopped, backed up, and turned to face the bedroom. “Tomato paste?” She queried. “What would tomato paste have to do with my sleeping late?”
He grinned at her and said, “You know. Ketchup.”