Diane turned the page of her latest novel with wide eyes and her lips moving quickly, but with no sound. Her eyes darted across the page from left to the right eagerly wanting to turn the page again. She slouched down in her lounge chair, propping her feet up on the chair next to her.
Her husband, Josh, sat on the opposite side of the table with his laptop in front of him. He eyed Diane trying not to laugh.
“You’re making funny faces again.” He observed.
“Shush!” Diane said sharply. Her eyes did not leave the page and only paused for a split second to the turn the page once more.
A breeze blew by and Diane slapped her hand on the table to keep her bookmark from flying away as she continued to read.
Josh closed his laptop and leaned his elbows on it. He smirked at his wife. “I take it I picked out a good book to give you for your birthday?”
“Shush!” she said more harshly.
Josh rubbed his lips together trying to hold in his laughter.
A robin swooped down from their roof and landed on top of the umbrella that shielded them and most of the deck. Josh stood up from the table and looked up at the bird. He smiled. Spring was officially here.
“Diane, look! It’s a robin and she’s looking pretty plump.”
Daine growled.
Josh lifted an eyebrow at his wife. He hadn’t seen her get this excited over a book in a long time.
Finally, he walked off the back deck and reached the hose.
“Diane, I’m not afraid to use this. I’ve done it before.” Josh smirked. Whenever Diane was in the middle of the good book, it was difficult for Josh to get her attention. He sprayed a mist over her one time and it freaked her out so whenever he got the hose, Diane would immediately look up at him.
This time, she blatantly ignored him.
“One, two…” Josh counted in whispers as he slowly turned on the water. “Three…”
He put the nozzle on mist on the hose and sprayed Daine laughing. The robin flew away in frenzy, but Diane didn’t bat an eyelash. She only turned to the next page in her book.
Josh chuckled to himself thinking that he would be funny. He set the nozzle on an actual spray to get Diane wet enough, but not soaked—he kept in mind his laptop was right there.
“One, two…” Josh counted once more.
Diane slammed her book closed and grinned widely at her husband. “I finished!”
“Three…!”
The hose turned on and Diane squealed.
