The tinkling of the high-note piano keys at six in the morning made Dawn pad softly down the stairs in her short nightdress. Gary was there, playing unknown melodies, his fingers occasionally slipping onto a wrong note. He seemed tired and angry; the dark circles under his eyes were more apparent as the morning sun streamed through the half open curtains.
"Darling, you didn't come to bed last night."
Gary stopped playing his grand piano and looked up at his wife. She looked so pretty when she was worried or concerned.
"I know Dawn, I'm sorry."
"So what's wrong?"
Gary swallowed and shook his head. "Markie and I had an argument last night. Just a little misunderstanding."
"Oh really?" Dawn folded her arms across her chest. "A little misunderstanding? Sweetheart, look at the state of you… what on earth did he say?"
"Look, just pick the kids up will you?" As he went to stand up, Dawn huffed in disbelief and sprinted up the stairs to get dressed.