My stomach growled quite loudly at me; I was starving…the last thing I had eaten was the oysters, and they didn’t last long inside of me. I found peppers, ham, and cheese, and set them on the counter. I would just let fate guide what I said. But first, breakfast. I had just set two plates on the table, a vegetable omelet and two pieces of buttered toast on each, when I heard the toilet flush. “Are you cooking me breakfast again, Mister Fluke?” Sara called from down the hall. I smiled and replied, “You bet. Ask Flukey if he wants anything.” “Will do,” I heard her laugh. “We’ll be out as soon as I get dressed.” I poured two cups of black coffee and two glasses of orange juice, admiring my work on the table. I felt domestic at that moment, like a male Martha Stewart. I let out a small laugh and said out loud, “Now, for the finishing touch, the piece de resistance.”
