Silence. Just the rhythmic tick-tick-tick of cooling metal and the drumming rain.
The door opened before he knocked. The woman standing there was… a lot. Not fat, exactly. More like she took up space in a way that physics struggled to explain. She had a wide, kind face, hair the color of dried hay, and an apron dusted with flour. She was wearing a floral dress that looked two sizes too small, the seams straining in a way that suggested a heroic level of denial. enough ass for two
He almost choked on his coffee.
His phone buzzed. Marge.
He thought of a dumb joke his grandpa used to tell: That woman has enough ass for two. Silence