Dialog

      It was a December night, the moon hung lazily over the night sky in a silver crescent. On the edge of a suburban neighborhood was the house of Jerry and his wife, Shela. After a long day at the office Jerry announces, "Shela get over here! And bring me that baloney sandwich while your at it." Shela hustles into the bed room, in her night robe, with messy hair. She hands Jerry his sandwich and sits on the near by sofa couch.                  
     "Did you read the article?" wondered Shela
     "Which one?'' remarked Jerry
     "You know," Shela stated "the one about the big sale!"        
     "Jerry sighed  and then boasted "of course I've read that article honey!" his words dripping with sarcasm.
      In an unimpressed tone Shela snapped "I'm going to the sale whether you like it or not."
      "Fine,"muttered Jerry. "I had plans to go fishing anyways."
      "Oh really, are you going to bring a fish home this time?" laughs Shela, "I'd like to see a fish thats 'this big' like the one you supposedly caught last time," she giggles as she holds her arms at shoulder length.
      Jerry cleans his glasses as he mumbled "it was that big," he puts his glasses back on, "next time I will bring it home."
       "Good to know," Shela  mutters in an increasingly stern voice.
      Jerry laughs as he turns out his light, "good night dear."
      "Night."