The egg cracked open on the edge of the forest green dish, and the contents sizzled when they hit the red-hot pan. George wanted to show Bonnie how much he loved her with breakfast in bed on her birthday. He slid the spatula under the pancake on the other burner and flicked his wrist like he was waving a wand. The pancake flew up and landed raw side down. Shortly after, the bagel jumped up out of the toaster, and he moved the larger half quickly over to the plate as if he were holding a hot ember. The sweet bitter cranberry juice
poured into a glass was the final touch. George was no chef,
but he thought it looked awfully good.