Saturday, July 20th

Patrick woke the next morning to breakfast. "I hope you don't mind. I had to go to the store to get the food, all you had was leftover pizza and alcohol."

He shoveled scrambled eggs in his mouth and commented around them. "No, not at all. This is great."

"I dunno. I'm not much of a cook. I mean, I can cook." she trailed off.

"You're better than me. I can microwave shit." He looked toward the sink of dishes and imagined her looking ...