Wheat Thins

            She broke her wheat thins in half before eating them. The second warning sign came a few minutes later: touching her nose with the back of her hand. Though he was put on edge, he tried not to let it show by sitting on his hands and bringing up one of their mutual interest subjects, scissors with patterned edges. Later, as she snuggled up against his arm and shoulder, all he could think of was the half wheat thin she had left balanced on the kitchen table, uneaten. There was no way he could watch Seinfeld while it sat there.