Old wounds

Smells like rain he mused and she
snorted, as if rain could smell!
Going to be a long winter.
Three months like all the others.
Cup of tea dear? I suppose,
but not too milky. You'd think,
after twenty years, you'd know
how I like my cup of tea.

Are you going to Margaret's?
You know I am - she's got worse;
Bedsores just left to fester.
Like us? Pardon? Nothing dear.
There's sardines in the cupboard-
Do yourself some toast. Do you..
No, I'll get something later.
But do you..? The door bangs shut.