Grazia tiptoes down to the kitchen and glances fast into the living room. Allegra is still asleep on the sofa. She needs to see what she has in the fridge, the normal morning routine of cereal and cold milk won’t do. They both had too much alcohol last night for something like that. So, she pulls out a box of eggs, milk, cheese and some peppers. She will make omelets. She whisks up the barter and lets it rest for a minute. Coffee comes next and she hopes the loud hiss the coffee maker lets out wont wake Allegra. The girl has a few more minutes to sleep, she’ll afford her that luxury.
“Mmm, that smells nice.” Allegra smiles from the door.
“Morning. I thought we needed something hartier to chase the alcohol away.” Grazia laughs. “Grab the bread from the toaster, please.”
“Sure. And a good
