”That’s nasty weather out there,’ Steven said, picking up an umbrella from the stand in the hall.
“I forgot to get eggs, and I can’t make dinner without them.”
”Isn’t there something else we can have instead?”
Her silence told him everything he needed to hear. It was either go and get eggs, or listen to reasons why he hadn’t got any eggs. Opening the umbrella against the wailing wind, he stepped out into the street.
At least he would get five minutes peace if he went to the shop, and he had been craving pancakes all day. There weren’t many things she could make, but neighbours loved her recipe for maple syrup pancakes.