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“Pressure” by Debbie Stanton

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“Forget it. Don’t expect me to give up my healthy eating habits. I don’t want sausage, Frannie!” Will shook his head. How many years would it take his wife to realize sausage was not ideal?

Frannie sighed. It wasn’t that she was trying to get Will to change his ways for eternity. She just wanted to cook breakfast for him–one more time. Frannie had to admit, though, that she was missing her parents. Jimmy Dean sausage had always been the center of family meals when she was growing up. There were so many ways to eat the sausage. Her mom had always done wonders in the kitchen.

“I guess I had a hankering for it, Will. That’s all. I’ll finish cooking this for myself, then I’ll cook something else for you,” Frannie said. Oh brother. She would have never guessed she would be a short-order cook in her own home.

Will felt like a heel. Did he always have to be so rigid? When had he become so closed off and unyielding?

“No, honey, I’ll eat the sausage. As long as you don’t pressure me, I can go along with Mr. Jimmy Dean. Will you go jogging with me after breakfast, though?” Will looked hopeful.

“Sounds good. You helped me, so in return I’ll do what you want,” Frannie said. She happily busied herself with her cooking. Will stirred up a batch of biscuits while he talked with Frannie. They had a lively debate, and at some points Frannie had to drop her large cooking spoon because of laughing so hard.

Will thought to himself they needed to laugh like this more often.

“Frannie, babe? I’m sorry for giving you such a hard time before. Forgive me?”

“Yup. I do. After all, you didn’t do anything unlawful. You simply were following your healthy eating plan,” Frannie said.

Will kissed his wife on the cheek. “And I do that so I can live a very long time with you by my side. I love you, Frannie.”

“And I cherish you, dear husband,” Frannie said.

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  1. Ha ha– and I have never eaten that stuff and never will… I’m going to Google “Jimmy Dean” and see if he was a real person. Kind of like Betty Crocker in the U.S. was an imaginary person made up to be a “spokesperson” for the cake mix company.

  2. I love the way you manage to convey a relationship, from a niggle to a loving word. Great stuff. I must admit I had to look up ‘Jimmy Dean’ – we don’t have it in the UK.

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