"What are you doing?" Jack asked as he wandered into the kitchen. "I'm cleaning out the refrigerator," she answered. "I'm going to stop bringing food into this house--we let too much go to waste." She heard David start to stir and lifted her head like a doe smelling a hunter. "I'll get him," Jack said. "He's heavy." "Okay. I'll get his breakfast ready. Would you like me to make you an omelet or something?" "How old are the eggs?" he asked. "Hmm," she said, looking. "I don't think they're deadly yet." "I think I'll pass, thanks." "Coward." David"