Bagels
"Hey, you're early, Gordo! How come?"
"I want to stop for bagels on the way in."
Hutch rolled his eyes. "Why is it that only food can make you be early?"
Starsky ignored the comment. "Come on, Blintz, hurry up. I want to go to Marty's delicatessen so we need to get going."
"That's way across town," Hutch pointed out, as he put on his shoulder holster and then his jacket. "Can't we go somewhere closer?"
Starsky shook his head. "Nope. It's gotta be Marty's. I want an authentic, handmade, New York style schmear."
Hutch muttered under his breath as he followed his partner out of the apartment. Once they were in the car and driving, Starsky started reminiscing. Hutch was only listening with half an ear but suddenly found himself tuning in to his partner's words and mood.
"And if it was a really special occasion, Pop would get up extra early and go get bagels. We'd have 'em all together before he went off to work."
"Sounds nice."
"Mmm. I can still taste those bagels now...and see us sat around the table...laughing and talking."
Starsky went quiet and Hutch didn't press him.
When they arrived at the deli, Starsky said, "Mind if we eat in?"
Hutch nodded and followed his partner inside. They chose their bagels and then sat down with them at a small table.
Starsky lifted his cream cheese bagel up in the air and said quietly, "Happy birthday, Pop."
Hutch raised his bagel in salute and Starsky smiled at him. Then the two of them ate up. When Starsky indicated he was ready to face the day, they got up and headed outside. Before they reached the car, Hutch squeezed Starsky's shoulder briefly and Starsky nodded.
Nothing needed to be said. It was understood. Now, it was time to get on with the job and the business of living.