23. Those familiar eyes

Emily lay on her face, taking the whole bed for herself. Even her jaw was killing her to support her face on the pillow for the cut on her forehead. Even a fool knows what is good for him, but Emily. . .she was beyond that. Who rides a bike at that speed after falling from it? Those four paint buckets had weight, but still, she carried them on her back. Could she go to work on Wednesday even?

Birds were chirping outside like usual for biscuits. She could hear that, even though the windows were closed and the doors too, she could still smell the burnt bacon, toast, and beans in her kitchen. "Lord, Helen! The pancake batter was in the freezer!"

"It's done!" Helen's scream sounded from the other side. "Hold your horses."

"Yes! It's done." Her sister hollered. "Don't mind the smell. It's a glitch!"

"You heard her."

Helen gushed, which made Emily shake her head, snorting.

It would be a hell of a job to fix her kitchen, but she could do nothing but accept this silently. At least the gi