Alice Smith wanted to retreat into the darkness, rolling over to another side—avoiding the glare of the sun coming from the blinds. Yet, the waft of fried eggs and bacon began to drift into the living room and right into her nose.
“Mmm… how do you do?” she asked and uncurled like a cat. “Senor sun…” she rubbed her sleepy eyes and directed her gaze to the kitchen. “Lizzie are you up?”
“These eggs don’t fry themselves!”
“Good point.” Unfurling herself from the couch, the woman trudge to the kitchen. “Morning Liz.”
She stood in front of the kitchen island, the smooth counter top a perfect place to eat. “Are you done?” a plate full of bacon and eggs were pushed in front of her. “Nice, I’d like some toast with this.”
“How demanding,” Elizabeth finished grabbing the bread from her toasted a
