I slept late, having no impetus to rise.
Mother had usually heckled us out of bed
at the crack of dawn, so this was a rare
freedom. William was up, sitting at the
breakfast table, looking disconsolate.
Nat, there’s no cereal, and the milk’s
gone sour. I checked our funds. I told
William to go and buy some eggs and
fresh milk. He leapt up, and was gone. I
didn’t want to dwell on our misfortune,
so I brewed some black tea, which I
sipped at thoughtfully. When William
returned, two of the eggs were cracked.
I said nothing. I went to the stove, and
scrambled up some breakfast. We ate
together, until we were comfortably full.