A Meal With a Motive

Taking a deep, shaky breath to steady her strained nerves, Nora picked up the ceramic plate loaded with blackened eggs and rock-hard, shriveled bacon. She marched straight into the adjacent kitchen and scraped the untouched, ruined breakfast into the metal trash can. It landed with a dull thud.

Martha stood by the marble kitchen island. She wiped her hands on her apron, walked over, and patted No