When your husband lifts his eyes from the pages of Koehler's
Dogmatics long enough to look deep into your own, and, relying not on words but on the strength of nearly thirty years of communicative history, to send the silent but unequivocal and performative message: "Coffee."
Here you go, love. Mind if I join you?
He speaks (or not); therefore, he drinks.
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