“Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you, Tiffany Prost is gonna stay over Thursday night next week.” Robert sat at the dining table drinking coffee.
“Tiffany, your ex-girlfriend?” Laura looked up from her cereal.
“Yeah. She’s doing this cross-country, new wave, couch-surfing thing. She’s passing through and asked if we could put her up for the night.”
“When did you arrange this?”
“I don’t know. A few days ago, I think.”
“When were you gonna tell me about this?”
“I’m telling you now.”
“Huh.” Laura raised an eyebrow and returned to breakfast.
“What is ‘huh’ suppose to mean?”
“Oh, just huh.”