Early Morning

A lone light led Jackson to the kitchen, where he found Molly, his wife of less than one week, furiously washing dishes.

“Good morning,” he said, rubbing sleep from his eyes but still smiling at every sight of her.

Molly said nothing.

“What are you doing up so early?” Jackson tried again.

“June said I shouldn’t have married you. They all said I shouldn’t have,” Molly said with increasing exasperation, “Told me that it wouldn’t work out; said I was thinking more of myself than of you.” She finally looked at him with tears in her eyes.

“Were you?” he asked.