Before work, she gathered things in a pile on her kitchen counter. The carton of eggs, a package of bagels, a few slices of cheese, the spices she would need, two apples, two oranges, some napkins and plates. She hopped down to her basement to find a basket, then returned to the kitchen to get to work.
First, the eggs. She whisked them together with the spices and cooked them in her tiniest pan so that they would fit on the bagels. After toasting the bagels, adding a bit of mayo, and sliding on the cheese, she wrapped each sandwich in foil. She’d made four total. She likely would only eat one, but she thought Kenny would eat at least two. One extra in case she was hungrier than she thought, or in case he was.
She put the sandwiches into the basket with the apples, oranges, and napkins an
