Their anger slipped away from them both, a drop of water into parched soil. "Aren't you tired, Grace? Of having the same argument on different days?" - A retelling of Grace and Tommy's story.

"Not inside the house," she told him by way of answer. "Then why'd you buy them?" he pulled the cigarette away, throwing it haphazardly onto the table. "Because I thought you were dead. But now you're not, so rules still apply." He said something that sounded suspiciously like, "Damn man can't smoke in his own damn house," but died away under the press of her lips against his.