Tap, tap, tap.
It was still early in the morning when there was a soft knock on the glass patio door.
“Don’t answer, you know who it is,” Jan said without looking up from buttering her toast.
She stood at the kitchen counter in a long nightgown and slippers, while her husband sat at the table holding a steaming mug of coffee. He perused the headlines of the news, rattling the paper as he turned the pages.
Across the table, old newspapers were haphazardly spread and stacked with colorful advertisements and junk mail randomly shuffled into the mix. Salt and pepper shakers in the shape of birds were in the middle next to a plastic napkin holder with plain white paper napkins. Her husband, Dennis, reached over and gathered the papers into a messy pile to clear a space for his wife.
“Come sit down.”
He looked over the top of his glasses, unsurprised that the seat remained empty. Jan was still standing at the counter shaking cinnamon from a spice container with an aluminum head onto the buttered toast. She risked a peek out the door and then quickly looked away, reasoning that without eye contact there was nothing to stop their visitor from leaving.
Tap, tap, tap.
She felt a secret thrill, he wasn’t leaving. The hint of a smile played out on her face as she turned to her husband for another peek out the door over his shoulder.
She feigned surprise, “Oh Denny, it’s him again. What should we do?”
He laughed and the skin around his eyes crinkled like old leather, “We?” he asked.
“Don’t you mean what should you do?” he clarified with an emphasis on the word, you.
They had to play this game, their roles and the rules were both well-defined and rehearsed. He gave his wife a knowing look that was a mixture of amusement and annoyance and sipped his coffee.
“In that case, I better give him what he wants,” Jan said coyly.
She reached for the jar of peanut butter in the cabinet and pulled out another slice of bread from the breadbox. Humming to herself, she quickly slathered the bread with a thin layer and cut it into triangles, just the way she used to do.
Tap, tap, tap.
“Oh, hold on,” she said with in pretend irritation as she balanced the triangles flat on the palm of her smooth, white palm and made her way towards the door.
Sliding the door open with one hand, she knelt down with surprising flexibility for her age. She tucked her nightgown around her legs to hold it in place as she balanced on the balls of her slippered feet.
“Well, hello there,” she greeted a fat brown squirrel with shiny, black eyes.
The squirrel twitched its nose in recognition. It chattered with excitement and held its claws out for breakfast. Jan extended her hand towards the creature. It sniffed her fingers and looked up at the woman; they locked eyes for a brief moment of connection before the squirrel grabbed a triangle and took off for the edge of the patio, still chattering as it disappeared up a tree.
Jan straightened out her legs and back as she stood, and noticed at her feet a unusual, bright red leaf carefully brought in from an ornamental tree of a far off yard. It was left not as a payment, but as a present. Jan left the rest of the triangles with a smile now fully fixed on her face and took the leaf, grateful for the gifts of the day.
Here today and gone tomorrow.