Chapter 2“Breakfast is ready, what there is of it,” Beau said when Rick came into the kitchen the next morning.
“Bacon, for one thing,” Rick replied. “I could smell it when I woke up.” He went over to the stove. “Eggs and, I bet, toast. It all sounds great to me.”
Beau patted his shoulder. “Better than whatever you find in the trash by the fast-food places?”
“You have to ask? I can set the table, if you want.”
“The silverware’s in there—” Beau pointed to a drawer, “—cups are on the shelf above it. I’ll have our food on the plates by the time you’re done.”
Beau did, putting the plates on the table. He poured them coffee, and they sat down to eat. As with the previous night, all of Rick’s attention was on his food until his plate was empty. Then he sat back with a sigh. “That was good.
