Emily's POV ~

The next morning was a Saturday, and Brenda and I had gotten up early to prepare pancakes and sausage patties for Carl. 

I walked down the spiral stairs, yawned, and approached Brenda in the kitchen.

As I walked into the kitchen, I grabbed my apron and put it on before arranging my hair in a bun.  I knew she was only getting started with the pancakes when I saw her whisking the eggs and flour.

“Good morning, Brenda.” I greeted with a small smile on my face.

She turned to face me and returned my greetings 

I neared her, my eyes scanning the Ingredients we'd be using...