[Center][color=00aeef][b]Brandy Brooks – Her House[/b][/color][/center]


Brandy felt someone shake her; she quickly rolled over, "Hey.  Brandy?  You don't have to get up but do you have anything to eat?  I'm starving and can't get to sleep." 

She stretched and yawned, “Ya…yeah, I have food.” She sat up and scratched her head, “I could use a snack too, I never ate today.” She led Frieda downstairs to the kitchen and opened the fridge, “I loaded up on supplies when Shelby and I went to the sanctuary.” She opened up two different cupboards to show Frieda more options, “I don’t have a single cap to my name, but I have food,” she giggled. “Look at these Frieda,” she popped the top off a plastic container, “Fresh eggs, have you have had them?”

Brandy opened up a drawer and pulled out a box of Fancy Lads, “I love these things, you want some?” She opened up a package and wandered into the living room and looked over her bookshelf full of books, [i]not this one, nope, not that one either, oh here it is.[/i] She pulled out an old romantic book and smiled, she held it up for Frieda to see, “This book has some good ideas for me to follow to make Ace happy.” She blushed and whispered, “[i]Naughty ideas[/i].” She flipped through a couple of pages, “Like this here, wearing special outfits and stuff.” She let out a big yawn, “I’m going to go back to bed, just help yourself to whatever you want Frieda, I have more than enough for both of us.” As she got halfway up the stairs she stopped and turned around, “I hope the rooster doesn’t bother you, I’ll get him to quiet down after he wakes me up, otherwise he’ll keep being loud.”

[Center][color=00aeef][b]Morning[/b][/color][/center]

The rooster was right in sync with the sun as it crowed loudly outside. Brandy rubbed her eyes, stretching her legs before raising her arms above her head. She smiled as the sun glistened off the water. She got up and quietly went into the bathroom, being quick in order to feed the chickens and hush the rooster. Slipping into her canvas tennis shoes she made her way downstairs and to the basement. “Good morning my little chicks,” she cooed at the several baby chicks she kept safe inside and spread some feed she had made for them. Scooping a container into the grain mix, she took it out to her chicken coop, spreading it all around for the chickens; the rooster decided it was better to eat than make a racket. “How many do we have this morning girls?” She asked her six hens and carefully picked up the eggs and put them in the container before returning inside to the kitchen.

She placed the fresh eggs on the counter and turned on the faucet, washing off the eggs. She pulled a tin of Cram from the cupboard and opened it up. She put it on a plate and sliced it up into even pieces. Pulling some potatoes from another cupboard she peeled and sliced them up. Her favorite ingredient, courtesy of her Grandmother’s butter churn, butter was pulled from the fridge next and a fair amount was put into the frying pan. Brandy cracked the eggs, making 2 sunny side up and scrambling the rest. The Cram popped and hissed as it cooked on the other burner, the toaster popped up with four kind of burnt slices. The potatoes snapped and crackled as they sat in a little cooking oil. Pulling three plates from the cupboard Brandy prepared three plates, and two cake plates with one sunny side egg on each. She placed two plates and one cake plate on the kitchen table then brought out two glasses and mutfruit juice along with silverware. “Smells good, I’ll run Ace his plate before I wake Frieda up.”

Brandy stopped, sitting down the two plates on the coffee table and quickly wrote Frieda a note letting her know she took Ace breakfast.  [i]Frieda, I took Ace some breakfast, I will be right back. Go ahead and eat if I’m not back, the extra dippy egg is for you, I wasn’t sure how you liked your eggs. Brandy[/i] After sitting the note on the table next to Frieda’s plate she scooped up the two plates and walked across the street to the diner. She sat them down and pulled at the door, it was locked so she ran home and grabbed a small screwdriver and bobby pin; she fidgeted with the lock until it gave in and let her inside. The bell above the door seemed louder than normal. She sat the food down on the counter writing another note on an order pad, [i]Good Morning Honey, I brought you breakfast; I didn’t want to wake you. I will stop by later, I have to find you some flowers and chocolates. I hope you enjoy the food. P.S. I have some more eggs if you would like. Brandy[/i]

Brandy left as quietly as she could and returned home. She sat down at the table and ate, reading a Boston Bugle newspaper from long ago.