o is for onions…
Bill tossed off his shoes as he walked into Shell Cottage, putting his coat on the hook, and taking his hat off.
He walked through the living room and into the kitchen where he saw his wife huddled over the sink, shoulders shaking back and forth as if she was crying. Bill ran over to her.
"Fleur, what's wrong?" he asked her, rubbing her shoulders. That's when he realized that she was peeling onions.
"Nothing's wrong," she said, wiping her eyes with her sleeve.
"My god! You gave me a heart attack. All I could see when I walked in was you crying over the sink!"
"Well it's nice to know you care. But will you help me peel the rest of these onions, now?" she asked.
Bill's eyes were beginning to well up because of the onions, as well.
"Of course, let me just go wash up."
He breathed a sigh of relief once he was out of the kitchen, glad that nothing was wrong.