I sat down for breakfast late, but only because I was waiting for her outside. I was running early and she was running late and then she showed up on time and I didn’t think to look for her car in the parking lot. So I stood outside and talked on the phone while she sat inside and drank coffee, watching me from behind the large window and laughing to herself.
We ordered omelets and bacon, extra crispy.
I watched her with one eyebrow raised as she excised the fat from her bacon with the precision of a surgeon.
“So, we’re still doing that?” I asked, with a nod at the bacon fat discards piled on the corner of her plate.
She kept to the task at hand without missing a beat and gave me a look.
“Yes, we are still doing this, as if you don’t know.” Then she popped a piece of fat-free bacon in her mouth and grabbed another strip, which she used to point at me.”Listen, we both know how this is going to end. You’re going to be bored one day, wondering what to write, and you’re going to remember this. Why don’t you get it over with and thank me now?”
Thank you, Helena.