You stand by the kitchen window, watching your wife, Ellie, work in your garden at your farm. She won’t sit down even for a second no matter how hard you try to make her. She’s old, you both are now. And after being married for a long 25 years, you know her pretty damn well.

You grab a cup of coffee for her and go outside. When she sees you, the usual warm smile appears on her wrinkly face and she wipes her forehead with her sleeve.

“Hey darlin’, did you bring me coffee?”