Fish was sleepy when he got home from school. He had an ache in his back that he didn't know how it got there. Dead center as if a stone was weighing him down on his back. And Bella wanted him to watch Gib.
"I really think I need to sit this one out, babe." He yawned.
"Maybe he should go to daycare." She yawned too while she was making a salad for dinner. Soup and salad. Of course, Fish would have been happy with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
"Huh? Now you want to send him to daycare?" Fish shook his head. First she wasn't going to let anyone breathe on him. Now she wanted Gib to socialize.
"Well," she yawned even harder. "You know maybe a few times a week. Like when I go to the doctor's office and they run all those tests. Its most of the morning." Bella reminded him.
"OK." He didn't even want to argue about it. He just couldn't stop yawning. It was contagious. "I'd say, I'd take him right now so I could get some sleep, but its too late for that."
He sipped on his milk, wishing he could ask for a back rub. But that might not get him much. Other than having to wash the dishes.
"So how is school, really?" Bella asked as she put out the potato soup and the French bread.
"Fine." He shrugged. He didn't want to talk about school. School was like another world. All that existed was the inner workings of what went on with budgets, books, teachers and kids. And of course, the lunchroom food. He would leave it behind each day only he had papers to grade. Couldn't he figure out an easier way? He still pondered.
"No, no, whats going on? You know, anybody pregnant, getting divorced, having an affair. That kind of thing." Bella waited.
"I don't know any of that stuff." He shook his head.
"You never talk about me?" She looked at him so seriously as if he were hiding her from the public.
"No." He yawned again and managed to dip his bread in his soup. He glared back at her. "What do you want me say? I live with a pop star."
Bella scowled then.
"I just don't have time in the day to gossip." He shook his head. "I have to read over lesson plans and listen to the head of the department talk about crap he did twenty years ago that has little to do what goes on in the classroom."
"You're such a professional." She picked at her salad.
"Absolutely," he said so seriously, and then he cracked up laughing.