“Bacon-and-egg sandwich. Glass of milk. Piece of pie. Blueberry.”

Ordinarily she would not have bothered. But with him: “The blueberry ain’t so good to-day, I noticed. Try the peach?”

“All right.” He looked at her. She smiled. Incredibly, the dishes ordered seemed to leap out at her from nowhere. She crashed them down on the glazed white surface in front of him. The bacon-and-egg sandwich was served open-faced, an elaborate confection. Two slices of white bread, side by side. On one reposed a fried egg, hard, golden, delectable, indigestible. On the other three crisp curls of bacon. The ordinary order held two curls only. A dish so rich in calories as to make it food sufficient for a day. Jessie knew nothing of calories, nor did Nick.