The next day, after a night full of fitful sleep, an uneasy, dreamless slumber. Maggie fixed herself a breakfast of fried bacon, eggs, orange juice and a steaming mug of coffee. Caffeine restoring the warmth to her cheeks, Maggie sat enjoying the autumnal sun through her window.
She sighed looking out at her front lawn. The storm had made a real mess of things, leaves and branches strewn everywhere, whole patches of grass churned to mud, just looking at the chaos made her knees hurt. Thinking of the yardwork ahead made her finger joints ache.
But maybe-
But maybe-
The knock at her door answered her unspoken prayer.
"Mornin' Ms. Hader! I can smell the bacon from here, I know you're up."
Despite the ill-omens of the night before, Maggie couldn't help but smile. The fool... She shuffled to the door.
"Coming Bill, I'm coming. Hang on!"
"Mornin' Ms. Hader! I can smell the bacon from here, I know you're up."
Despite the ill-omens of the night before, Maggie couldn't help but smile. The fool... She shuffled to the door.
"Coming Bill, I'm coming. Hang on!"
