I treated my assistant to breakfast at the austere Cereal Café, which turned out to be a mistake. As the old saying goes, no good deed goes unpunished. I knew the place was pretty basic and lacked ambience, but that wasn’t what bothered her.
“This is not a proper breakfast for you,” Lara snapped, her dark eyes flashing.
I shook my head. “Works just fine for me. I can’t eat much in the morning.” My sinus congestion was worse then. Of course, it didn’t help that I’d had my nose broken when I wrestled in high school and again during my service in the Marines. My nose never healed quite right.
“No, you must eat better,” Lara insisted, jutting out her chin. “You should be eating eggs and whole grain bread, fruit and coffee or tea, not these sugary cereals.”
I lifted my bowl. “This cereal is
