Milly got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen.
She’d bring food for her and Ken. Anything really.
Ken was not a fussy eater. He was an old fashioned
meat and potatoes type. Whatever she
put on his plate he would eat. She wanted to give him
something. To act as though everything was just
the way it had been before she heard he’d embezzled.
Before their whole life had changed.
Eggs and toast was what she decided.
She’d make eggs and toast. Ken liked grape jam.
She’d give him that too.