Beatrice realized she was over-stirring the berries and the yogurt and blinked to clear her mind a bit. The toast Madison made looked good and the coffee smelled better. For a moment, she thought to set the bowl aside but instead forced a few bites down.
"I was driving back home," She started softly. "Madison--er, from Madison, Wisconsin. I was listening to the radio... I don't remember if I went off of the road..." It was difficult to pinpoint the last moments she had from that day.
"You said some people have been here for two weeks. Do you know why I came today?"