Rachel was in front of the large oak doors when she stopped. Past those doors was a life without Brick. Past them were car problems and a countdown on finding somewhere new to live. Past those doors was a job that didn’t fulfill her. She didn’t want to leave. And turning to her left and seeing the kitchen, she thought of something else to do instead.
Opening the fridge and cupboards, Rachel scanned the ingredients. Eggs, tomatoes, onions, basil, salsa; all of the ingredients were there. So next searching for the pans she prepared an omelet. Rolling the cooked egg like a burrito, she poured the salsa on the side of a plate and rested the egg burrito next to it. Searching again and finding the parsley, she plucked off a sprig and rested it next to the salsa.
The timing was perfect. As Bric
