CHAPTER TWO
"Good morning, Boss, how'd you sleep?" Edna asked, walking to the small table in the alcove, carrying a tray of toast.
"Uh, ooh fine, just fine," Maxie answered, still yawning slightly.
"Here, sit right over here. I'll have some eggs and bacon on the table before you know it."
"Thanks," he uttered, still trying to come fully awake.
"How was your sleeping pal last night? Did she do right by you?" Edna called from the kitchen.
"Uh? Oh, sure."
Maxie sat staring at the butter melting into the hot toast and then put the glass of orange juice to his lips. As his head tilted back his eyes glanced over to the steer horns mounted above the huge fireplace. Then he let his eyes run over the smooth, shiny, varnished-pine walls and out the window by his elbow. He could see the windmi
