“Green peppers and onion?” he guessed.
“Uhh huh.”
He went to work chopping veggies and ham while the omelet pan warmed up and Lily asked, “Is the pancake still on the ceiling?”
"No, Ma'am. We took it down.” He added, “Had to pry it off with a metal spatula and took the paint off with it.”
Lily threw her head back and laughed just like Grace did in the rare instances she laughed.
As he beat eggs fluffy in a bowl, he asked Lily, “What makes your mom laugh? Like really laugh hard?”
She thought for a moment. “My Auntie Rose brought over movies once to play on the TV, and Mommy laughed until she cried.”
Interesting.
"Can you make my omelet shaped like a heart?"
He frowned. "I’m not sure, but for you, I’ll try."
Lily beamed at him, and he felt about ten feet tall.
He cooked the omelet and then used a sharp knife to carve the folded omelet into a heart shape.
It came out lopsided and too fat. But Lily inspected the result on her plate and declared it perfect because hearts were never the same shape. She announced that he could make her an omelet like this every morning.
A sudden, and startling, urge to do it for her every morning for the foreseeable future shocked him into stillness. He almost burned the toast because he was so distracted by it.
He spread butter and jelly on a piece of toast and added it to her marginally heart-shaped omelet.
"Reno, are you going to be at the wedding?"
"What wedding?"
"The one Mommy’s baking a cake for. In June."
"I don't think so, Sweetheart. People have to be invited to a wedding to go to it, and nobody’s invited me to a June wedding, yet.”
"Mommy made little cakes for us to taste so we could pick out the flavor of the big cake. My favorites had raspberry filling and lemon curd. The big one is going to be raspberry."
"Sounds good."
"If you get invited, will you dance with Mommy at it?"
"Would she like that?"
"Mommy doesn't dance." Lily took a bite of her omelet. "But I think she could. Can you teach her?"
"Maybe," he said, after a moment. "We'll see."
"Okay." She took another bite. "This is good."
Boone was already at the auto shop when Reno pulled in after dropping off Lily at preschool. The Mustang was backed into the bay facing Main Street, hood propped up, the garage door rolled all the way up so the morning light streamed in.
Boone came out of the office. "You're later than yesterday."
"I had munchkin breakfast duty."
"How’d that go, Bachelor Man?”
