They had each other for breakfast, but now it was time to have real food. He told V to stay in bed, and he would make their breakfast.
He picked up the newspaper outside, and when he saw the flowers in the adjacent unit, he picked a white rose. The unit was still vacant, so no one would complain if he did.
Eggs, sausage, and toast. A cup of coffee for him and a glass of apple juice for his wife. He arranged everything on a tray and placed the rose in the glass.
“That was fast.” V was wearing one of his shirts and watching TV in bed.
“I didn’t want you to wait too long. I know you’re famished by now.” He sat beside her and was about to grab the cup of coffee when she beat him to it. “You want coffee?”
“A little. I haven’t had it for so long I forgot what it tastes like.” He let her hav
