Mrs. Tuttle lay in the dark for a long time listening to the storm until she realized she was famished so she put on her summer robe and she went downstairs to get something to eat.
"You fucked the Parker kid?" The voice asked from the dark.
She saw her husband Leon's silhouette sitting in the dark of the living room.
"Did you say something to him?" She said with concern.
"He was too busy crying to notice me," Leon replied, his voice calm and collected. "Naked and weeping is never a good sign."
"What are you doing here?" She demanded.
"You left the back door open," he replied. "Your clothes are all over the kitchen."
"What the hell are you doing here, Leon?" She commanded sharply. "I don't want any trouble from you. You're the one who left."
"You fucked the Parker kid?" He asked again. "Are you trying to get in trouble?"
"Who have you been fucking?" She wanted to know.
He didn't answer, of course.
"You're the one who caused the trouble." Her voice was low, her charge cold.
"I miss you," Leon revealed. "That's the trouble."
"Oh?" She asked with amusement.
"Will you take me back?"
She stared at him for a long time. "Aren't we in trouble?" She asked.
"Twenty years of marriage, Audrey," he reminded her.
"Are you in trouble?"
"No," he said.
"Am I in trouble?"
"Not anymore," he replied.
"That's the trouble with you," Mrs. Tuttle complained. "You never know when there's trouble."
"I don't want to cause trouble now," he told her.
"Did you have supper?" She asked.
"No," he replied.
Mrs. Tuttle went into the kitchen where she turned on one light, picked up her clothes, closed the kitchen door, and quickly mopped up the mud tracked in from the garden.
"I'll make us something," she said when Leon appeared in the kitchen a while later.
"What about the Parker kid?"
"He won't be any trouble," she replied. "Are you ready to figure us out, Leon?" Mrs. Tuttle asked as she took a pack of hamburger out of the refrigerator. "Are you willing to stop the trouble?"
She could feel his eyes on her as she kept her back to him.
"Yes," he finally answered as he took a seat at the kitchen table. "I'm tried of the trouble."
Mrs. Tuttle turned and looked at her husband. "Patties or Hamburger Helper?" She wanted to know.
"That's the Trouble with us Tuttles," Leon replied. "We can never make up our minds."
"Well, you'd better make your mind up now," she warned as she turned to face him. "Or get out. And end the trouble once and for all."
He let out a large sigh. "I'd rather stay if it's no trouble to you."
"Then stop causing trouble."
"Okay," he agreed.
"Patties or Hamburger Helper?" She asked again.
"What kind of Hamburger Helper?"
"Cheeseburger macaroni and cheese," she answered.
"I'll have that," Leon decided. "If it's no trouble."
She studied him for a long moment. "So, you've made your decision?"
"I have," he replied.
She nodded and went to work on making them a late dinner as the rain continued to fall outside.