The next morning Sarah woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon. She smiled to herself and stretched a bit. Before she could make her way down to the kitchen Mort came into the bedroom and handed her plate and a glass of orange juice.
"Aw, Mort." She grinned and planted a kiss on his lips after he settled down back in bed next to her.
"Well, hey, it's easy." He laughed. "Look, I even buttered them, woo " He chuckled at himself again.
Sarah laughed with him and took a bite. "Mort, you're so sweet." She said as watched him eat.
"Only because I love you." He replied and tasted his bacon.
She continued eating, wondering why Mort was so much like his old self again.
After they done eating Mort cleared their plates away and set them on the night stand next to the bed. He relaxed and laid back down under the covers, bringing Sarah with him.
"So what's on the list for today?" He asked casually.
"Well, I have to unpack." She said glancing at a few boxes in the room.
"Yeah, that much I know." He pulled her so that she was laying on top of him.
"You need some new clothes?" He offered.
She smiled at that. "Actually, yeah, but we don't have to do that today." She said.
"Alright. I just know that you've probably been short on money and what not, so I'm sure you might need some new things. Not saying you couldn't take of yourself or what have you..." He explained.
"I understand what you mean Mort and I really appreciate it." She kissed his collar bone.
"Oh shit, I didn't call work " Sarah exclaimed. "I was supposed to work today... I never called off..."
Mort looked at her awkwardly. "Do you plan upon going back there?" He asked.
"Well, no."
"Do you need to pick up a check?" He questioned.
"No, I got it last time." She answered.
"Okay, then... are you ever going to eat there?" He asked with a hint of sarcasm.
"Umm... no..."
"Then, just don't call or return their calls. They're already pissed that you didn't call off today. And aren't you supposed to give a 14 day notice before leaving?" He added.
"Oh yeah, forget that shit." She laughed feeling a bit rebellious.
"Exactly, it's not that important of a job anyhow." He tightened his grip on her hips.
"Very true, they treated me like shit." She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder.
"You can do better." He moved his hands up her back and rubbed along her spine.
She closed her eyes enjoying his massaging.
"Mmm... keep that up." She purred.
Mort moved his hands lower to the small of her back and then to her behind.
Sarah felt herself grow weak.
"Still enjoying it?" Mort asked as he moved her up and down against him.
Sarah lifted herself up with her elbows and looked down at him.
"I knew you made those pancakes for something..."
Mort smiled and let out a low chuckle. "The bacon was complimentary."
"And the juice?" She grinned getting a kick out of his line.
"Because I love you." He rolled on top of her and kissed her deeply.

~*~

Later that afternoon

After the two of them had finished unpacked all of Sarah's belongings Mort went outside and brought in the mail. Sarah was busy in the kitchen already cleaning. He smiled at the fact that she was tidy and always had been. He flipped through mail and muttered. "Bills, crap, crap, bills, crap, Sarah..." He walked over to her and she dried her hand of on a local dish rag. She narrowed her eyebrows at him and he shrugged.
"No, name, no stamp... someone must have just dropped it off..." He pointed it out.
"Was it at the bottom?" She asked.
He nodded, curiously and attempting to walk next to her but stopped realizing that it was her business.
"Hm, that's odd, no one really knows that I'm here..." Her heart skipped and she looked at the envelope, she knew the hand writing, it was Jennifer's.
She walked into livingroom, leaving Mort with the bills and "crap" and sat on the couch and opened it.
It read:
Sarah,

I'm sorry to have to write you on such a bad note, but I am afraid that I have done all I can for you and our friendship. As you might have noticed, I am no longer returning your phone calls, for that I am sorry but I can no longer deal with you or your unstable lifestyles. I have always been there for you and your troubles, but I feel as though you haven't taken in a word I have said and for that I feel used. I found out about Mort coming over late at night to the apartment and I no longer feel safe with him around here and knowing where I live. I am sorry to say this, you know how much I love you, but I feel as though you have brought something upon me that I really shouldn't have gotten into. Don't bother to call me and apologize, I know you will try, I won't answer and I am going to change my number and I am going to be moving ASAP. I hope you got all of your things from the apartment when you had your chance. This is the worst letter I have ever written because not only am I losing a best friend but I am losing a part of myself. I got way too involved in this and I am sorry if you feel that I am over reacting. Just know that I have always cared about you and that I still wish you all the best in life. I hope that one day you take my advice, but I feel that it is too late for that.
Jennifer

Sarah sat there a moment and stared down at the note in her hands. She drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes, not realizing that when she shut them tears streamed down her cheeks. She had lost her best friend. She didn't know what to do. She cleared her throat and stood up. Mort was still across the room, finding it hard to mind his own business, but managing. Sarah took the note and as much as it pained her she ripped it to shreds right in front of Mort and tossed it in the kitchens garbage can, tears still streaming down her face.
Mort looked at her with sadness.
"Sarah," He went to reach for and she pulled away.
She folded her arms and held back more tears. "I'm going to um... clean..." She to walk away but he grabbed her arm.
"What's wrong?" He questioned.
"What in the hell do you think " She snapped and then regreted it. "I'm sorry... I don't want to take this out on you..."
Mort nodded and pulled her into a tight hug. "It's okay..." He whispered in a sing-song voice as she cried into his shoulder.
"Now, talk to me sweetie, what happened?" He took a seat at the kitchen table and she followed his lead and explained the letter.
"That's horrible " He finally said when she was done.
"I don't understand, but I do." She further noted.
"Yeah..." He sighed. "Well, I mean, you could try calling her, but like she said, I doubt she'll answer if she's that upset..." He reached across the table and grabbed her hand.
She took it. "I know, I suppose, I'll just forget about it, or try to." She groaned.
"Well, if you need me, I'm here." He said full of caring.
"Okay. Thanks Mort." She stood up and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.
"You're welcome." He replied.