Moving Furniture

"Still like the strong stuff?" he asked

"Huh? Joe?" She whispered.

He sighed. "Didn't we do this last night? Can we not do this again Alex? It's getting really old, really fast." He leaned on the counter.

She squinted her eyes at him. "Well excuse me. My dead husband shows up last night, LEAVES, and then reappears the next morning in my kitchen. I'm a little…flummoxed."

"First of all…flummoxed? Who uses that word?" He walked out of the kitchen into the living room. "And secondly…I didn't leave you last night. I was just wandering through your apartment, looking at the furniture. I see you kept my armchair". He waved towards the chair.

She smiled at a memory. "I couldn't get rid of it. You loved that thing."

"But I don't like it here by the window. I liked it in front of the TV. Now you've got that new chair by the sofa, in front of the tv." Before she could answer him he pointed to the coffee table. "And really, Lexi, Smithsonian Magazine? C'mon, we were always Sports Illustrated people."

"No. You were a Sports Illustrated person. I actually like to read other things."

He raised his eyebrows. "Other things like Smithsonian?"

She walked by him straightening the magazines and started to blush a little. "Yes, among others." She walked over to his chair. "Besides, Joe. I like this chair by the window. It's out of the way but still here. Kind of like you, obviously." She snarked. "And, exactly how long are you planning to stay? I've got to go to work. Should I be expecting you for dinner?" Then before she could stop herself she started laughing. Hard. Joe smirked and leaned back against the window sill. 'What? What are you laughing at?"

"It's finally happened. I mean, everyone, and lets face it, including me, thought he would be the one to crack. But It's actually me. I'm standing here, late for work, asking my dead husband if I should expect him to be home for dinner?"

"What's so funny about that?"

"You're not serious."

"Besides, I'm going with you."

"Oh no. No you are not."

"Yes, I am. And when we come home, we'll move the furniture back where it belongs."

He opened the door and walked out. "Coming?"

Alex stood in the doorway with her mouth open.

TBC. Next Chapter…Bobby meets Joe?