"Rose please take me back"

Episode 8
"Rose please take me back"

Well, I have news on the Frangipani and Blond Tobacco affair. Sadly it just didn't work out. Frangipani was just too...well...weak! She didn't quite cut it, when it came to the long haul that is. And Rose, what became of her? Well, she carried on cooking for a few days. As she was cooking food she was also cooking on the inside, she was processing all those hurt feelings inside.
To take you back to the night Blond tobacco broke the news of the affair. Rose did ask and he did show her a photo he had of Frangipani. Rose commented on the fact she thought Frangipani's hair looked dyed, and how she had a very good figure. She asked Blond Tobacco if Frangipani was good in bed and Blond Tobacco took the photo back and Rose could have sworn he smiled. Rose cried, it seemed so cruel. Blond Tobacco and Frangipani were going to move to Paris and Rose was going to be alone. For one last night the married couple did sleep together. Rose slept in her husbands arms, she could hardly bear to smell his smell and think that it was the last time. In the morning the bitter separation took place and Blond Tobacco said good bye. Rose crept under the covers of the bed, she buried her nose in his pillow to smell his warm mellow smell before it faded for ever.
But like I said Frangipani just didn't cut it. Blond Tobacco soon tired of her constant need for attention and he missed Rose and her wonderful cooking. Blond Tobacco also found himself cooking while he was with Frangipani, but there was little appreciation for the food as Frangipani was constantly counting calories and complaining that the food he cooked was fattening.
And all the while Rose was alone, she cooked! She was bringing baked alaska to the neighbours on her left and baked salmon in hollandaise sauce to the neighbours on the right. When her sisters came to visit her they left with pots of sea food chowder, aromatic curries and savory quiches.
They knew that Rose missed her husband.

Two weeks is all the "honeymoon" lasted. Blond Tobacco arrived home early on Sunday morning. He said he had come to take the rest of his belongings. Rose offered him tea, and when he accepted she filled the table with the banquet she had been craming into into the fridge.
Blond Tobacco was hungry, but as Rose filled the table, and she moved quickly between the fridge, the cooker and the table, he watched her, he watched her round hips, he watched her full bosom and her capable hands. He could smell her floral scent as she past and his heart was filled with deep love and regret for what he had done to her.
Blond Tobacco reached out and took Rose's hand as she leaned over to place her home made mayonaise on the table. Her hand was cool, Blond Tobacco stood up and pulled Rose towards him. She yeided easily, for her love for him had not waned. Blond Tobacco began to shake and cry. He begged Rose to take him back. Rose kissed him and told him she would.