LIZZIE COULD HEAR DONNY stomping his feet on the porch to knock as much snow as possible from his shoes before coming inside.
Purposely keeping her voice light, she said, “Perfect timing,” when he walked into the living room.
“For what?”
“Breakfast,” she announced. “I just finished up the bacon. Haven’t started the eggs yet, since I didn’t know how you like yours.”
“Oh,” he replied, eyeing her with a cautious smile. “Scrambled is fine by me.”
“Soft scrambled, or actually cooked?” she asked.
“Eggs shouldn’t be shiny,” was Donny’s response.
“Good answer! Glad we agree,” Lizzie answered, and poured the egg mixture into the hot skillet to get them going. “How was your walk?”
“It was nice,” he said nonchalantly. “It’s beautiful out today. After we eat, you should dry your hair and then
