I said, “Is it okay that we’re eating all these scrambled eggs and omelets and such?” “Why wouldn’t it be?” he asked. “Aren’t they bad for our cholesterol or something?” “That was last week,” he told me. “Everything’s changed.” He dished out a serving for me and then put the other half on his own plate. Meanwhile, I got up to retrieve the toast from the toaster. “Face it, though,” he said. “You’ll have a better chance of being hired if you don’t have a break-and-enter on your record.” “It wouldn’t literally be breaking and entering,” I said. “I do own a key, you realize.” “Even so,” he said.
