010314 #jonquil She went downstairs. Looked like a good day for waffles. The color of the backyard was like waffles. Of course it was always like that, especially this time of year. She was out of coffee: just fragrant dirt-colored dust in the bottom of the tupperware. Damn. She said it again, just to have some sound in the house. Damn, damn, damn. The angular word bounced off the nicked-up hardwood floor, the squat porcelain appliances, the high dusty ceilings. Damn.