Breakfast
Patsy crept out of bed, the wooden slat was coming loose on her side and she had to be very quiet, not to wake the sleeping Delia. It was a quiet sunny Sunday in the country, the birds were chirping and the air was warm and alive. Delia stirred a little, missing her company, but Patsy saw that she was still sound sleep. Tip-toeing down the creaky stairs she managed to reach the kitchen. She had to be careful, this time of day the tiles would be freezing under her bare feet. She was wearing a very long, very old white shirt, or rather cream. Garbo was scratching at the door and yelping to be let out. Patsy shushed him and let him upstairs. Delia had a serious rule about not letting Garbo upstairs but Patsy saw breakfast in bed as an exception.
Tying her hair up and pulling up her sleeves, she got to work. Two eggs, a rasher of bacon and buttered bread was all she had to do, with some orange juice too, of course. She was no chef, but she could be a dab hand with a frying pan once she got going. Eggs were sizzling away and bacon too, she just had to butter the bread. It was all running smoothly when she spotted Delia lurking around the kitchen door holding a very guilty looking Garbo.
"What are you doing?" Her tone was interested and slightly cheeky, Patsy looked back at her and grinned.
"You know full well what I'm doing Missy." Delia grinned too and took off back up the stairs to sit in bed and wait. They had a tradition every Sunday, a pact on whoever awoke first would make breakfast in bed, as neither of them conveniently worked on a Sunday, with the occasional exception. As Patsy worked away in the kitchen Delia was doing her best to keep Garbo off the bed. It was taking all of her willpower and might, but the small bundle of fluff would not do as he was told. Suddenly Patsy appeared in the doorway with a couple of steaming plates on trays. Garbo rushed over and almost spilled the entire contents on the floor. Luckily Patsy could see over the edge and just managed to dodge him.
"Lucky save Pats." Delia called as she was again struggling to keep the puppy away from the furniture.
"Oh Deels just let him, I do when you're out." She looked horrified at the thought, then they both laughed at her ridiculous facial expression.
They snuggled back down together and settled the dog at the foot of the bed, chewing one of Patsy's slippers.
"You know that material isn't good for his teeth." Delia's worry made Patsy chuckle, she leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
"He's a dog, let him live a little." They smiled at each other, then the dog, then back to their breakfast.
They munched away staring out of the window, chatting about the weather, and snatching the occasional kiss from each other. They enjoyed the company and the closed doors. The neighbours didn't like to pry after a certain incident with leaving the window open and standing very close to it. There were whispers in the dark, but apart from the subtle sporadic glance in their direction, they were very much left alone. The way they liked it.