The next morning, it took Grace time to conceal all redness and puffiness. It was a cold spoon that helped her the most as she cooked breakfast for herself.
As much as she hated to say it, she missed having shit fly at her head, but then again, she missed having the smell of breakfast around her as well. She had made herself eggs, tomato, and avocado avocado toast, along with fresh juice that she had somehow gotten into the habit of.
It was a recent habit, but it did not mean that Grace was going to cut out coffee from her diet completely. Nope, she was going to have coffee before she left.
She turned down the news so that the background was not as empty as it was previously. Almost ate her inside. When her breakfast was finished, she did the dishes herself instead of loading up the dishwasher. And while she was at it, dialled the number of her grandmother.
