Fred had kissed Fiona goodbye as he did every morning.

"Have a good day," he said. He wanted a second cup of coffee. Wanted to flip on the drip pot before it got too cold. Fiona always shut it off after she filled his cup because of what she'd read online about men and caffeine.

"What are you going to do today?" she asked.

"Aw, I don't know yet." He kissed her a second goodbye, held her purse out with one hand on the door.

"I'm stopping at the b..." she said but he cut her off.

"Have a really good day," he said, closed the door and reached for the pot.