Her Stash

He---Honey, are we out of peanut butter? She--I don’t know, sweetness, look behind the salt. He---Speak up, I can’t hear you when you mutter. She--Don’t get huffy, it’s not my fault. He–--Well, keeping food here is not a game. She–-And I suppose keeping money here is no joke. He---I’m not going to argue, I’m not to blame. She–-No, you don’t argue, you know we are broke. He---Are you saying you don’t have a stash? She– C’mon man, my BP is going through the roof. He---Well, I know full well you have cash. She–-Maybe so, but I know you have no proof. He---Well, it’s just not worth the mind clutter. She–-No, and not worth insults to half your name. He---Well, I’m sorry for all this over peanut butter. She–-Apology accepted, I will show no shame. © Jun 21 2010 For Paula's "Four Sentences" contest