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Breakfast! (Effie)
The morning was fresh.
Edward hummed lightly to himself, standing easily in front of the stove at the warehouse. The table behind him was filled to the brim with home made breakfast items, his China tea set and even fresh squeezed juice.
Long fingers curled around the end of the spatula, pancakes sizzling in a seasoned pan.
A newspaper, The City Voice, lay with the crossword face up and half penned in. Forgotten. Breakfast for Effie was more important.
After the last of the pancakes were stacked high on a plate Eddie started on scrambled eggs. He cracked the eggs into the pan, pushing the yolk with the spatulas until it broke.
Coffee was dripping into the pot beneath the machine.
He hoped that Effie would wake up when she smelled the breakfast cooking. He couldn't remember the last time he had made her breakfast.
Eddie wore a green apron over his green dress shirt and slacks to protect them from bacon grease and flour from the pancakes.
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Edward hummed lightly to himself, standing easily in front of the stove at the warehouse. The table behind him was filled to the brim with home made breakfast items, his China tea set and even fresh squeezed juice.
Long fingers curled around the end of the spatula, pancakes sizzling in a seasoned pan.
A newspaper, The City Voice, lay with the crossword face up and half penned in. Forgotten. Breakfast for Effie was more important.
After the last of the pancakes were stacked high on a plate Eddie started on scrambled eggs. He cracked the eggs into the pan, pushing the yolk with the spatulas until it broke.
Coffee was dripping into the pot beneath the machine.
He hoped that Effie would wake up when she smelled the breakfast cooking. He couldn't remember the last time he had made her breakfast.
Eddie wore a green apron over his green dress shirt and slacks to protect them from bacon grease and flour from the pancakes.
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