Cranky Girl and Memory-Loss Man

“Martha!” George called.
“What, George?!”
“Are you awake?” George asked.
“What do ya think?” Martha snapped.
“Zzzz…..” George fell back asleep, his head falling on his pillow.
Martha went down to the kitchen to make herself some coffee. She drank it all in one gulp, and slammed it down on the table. Wrong idea.
“Martha, what is that racket?” George asked, entering the kitchen.
“None of your business.” Martha snapped.
“Oooh, someone’s a bit cranky today.” George teased, and she glared at him.
“Yeah, because you just had to wake me up at 2 in the morning.” Martha said angrily.
“No I didn’t.” He argued.
“Yes, you did.” she argued back.
“Can you make me some coffee?” George asked.
“Of course.” she said sarcastically, and made it, putting it on the table.
She looked at him. He was asleep. She threw her hands up in frustration, and went back upstairs.
Just as she was almost asleep, she heard someone.
“Martha, why am I in the kitchen?”
She groaned, putting her pillow over her head.

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