"Don't be sorry. I appreciate it anyway. And it's not like I make it easy for you, I don't keep kosher." Cecilia decided she was sitting up as much as she was going to, and carefully took the bowl and spoon off the tray. "Jack was willing to try and keep a kosher kitchen in the beginning, but I told him not to bother. It's the sort of thing everyone in the house would have to agree to. And I eat shellfish, so did my grandparents. So did their rabbi. But they both came from communities that saw pigs as filthy. They never got over that. I ate pork as a kid but after living with them a few years I couldn't stomach it anymore without hearing the things they used to say in my head."
Owen's question made her frown slightly and sigh. This was a difficult question to answer, and on many levels. "Yeah, I do. Ideally I would go with you, but there's no way I could comfortably ride a snowmobile right now. And I don't know if the others would approve the use of the snowcat or not." She sipped thoughtfully at her soup before looking up at Owen again and saying, "I'm missing a bottle of morphine. In my med kit. When we first got the pharmacy I packed a little box of some of the things I thought I might need in case of an emergency, and I definitely packed morphine. A bottle of low milligram pills, and a vial of injectable. When I went to give Edwin something for pain today the pills were gone. It's possible I made a mistake, it's possible They took it for some reason or another, but it doesn't sit with me well."