He ordered his regular breakfast.

Two eggs sunnyside up, hash browns,

and two strips of bacon. He continued to look at the menu wondering
if this would be the day he added something new. This was also part
of the routine. A few seconds of hesitation to see if something else
would be added to the order before demuring and saying that would be
all. It was the same exact meal that he had ordered every day for the
past two years.

It was so great to hear from you today and it was such weird timing,"
he said. "This is going to sound funny and a little strange, but you
were in a dream I had just a couple of days ago. I'd love to get
together and tell you about it if you're up for a cup of coffee," he
continued, laying the trapped he's been planning for years.

There are different types of secrets. She had held onto plenty of
them during her life, but this one was different. She found herself
holding onto the worst type. It was the type of secret that could
gnaw away at your insides if you didn't tell someone about it, but it
could end up getting you killed if you did.

I inadvertently went to See's Candy last week (I was in the mall

looking for phone repair), and as it turns out, See's Candy now
charges a dollar -- a full dollar -- for even the simplest of their
wee confection offerings. I bought two chocolate lollipops and two
chocolate-caramel-almond things. The total cost was four-something. I
mean, the candies were tasty and all, but let's be real: A Snickers
bar is fifty cents. After this dollar-per-candy revelation, I may not
find myself wandering dreamily back into a See's Candy any time soon.

They argue. While the argument seems to be different the truth is

it's always the same. Yes, the topic may be different or the
circumstances, but when all said and done, it all came back to the
same thing. They both knew it, but neither has the courage or
strength to address the underlying issue. So they continue to argue.