Soon the air was fragrant with the smell of scrambled eggs, pepper, coffee brewing, bacon frying. There were crackles and sizzles and bubbling sounds.
Kathy went to the bag and found the one item she had missed and not taken out yet, a carton of Kent filtertips. She took the empty bag and put it in the empty plastic pail by the sink. Now she would have a receptacle to put her garbage into. The past few days she had even been running out of paper bags.
Kathy shuddered at the way she had looked before this new job and smiled at how she looked after her new job. She began to sing while cooking her food, getting dishes from the cupboard and washing them.
"My foolish heart sings.
"My foolish heart is full of so many happy things.
"My foolish heart sings."
"It leaps, it runs, it's full of
