“What were we thinking? We belong together,” Elma told him. “I can’t wait any longer. Say it, Elmo.”
“Uh …. um …”
“Go on; what are you waiting for?”
“Uh … this has never happened to me before.”
Elma sighed. “Never mind. I’ll do it. Today will be sunny and in the 80s. Tomorrow, will be the same, slightly more cloudy.”
Elmo stood at the window, staring out. “I’m just tired. I churned butter all weekend.”
“Whatever for?” “Nothing, it turned out.”