My husband is an avid consumer of the morning news,

but does not subscribe to the time-honored spousal mealtime practice

of hiding behind a newspaper; he has his electronic tablet

at the breakfast table, where he scans the New York

Times, The Wall Street Journal and, on occasion, CNN, while

scarfing down rolls and orange juice, — me, well, I’m not

ready to face any of these options — morning is not

exactly my finest hour — and so I generally sip coffee

and just listen to his running commentary while feigning interest

in the Dow Jones Average or the president’s budget message.


Paraphrases from the novel Asylum by Jeannette de Beauvoir.