“I gotcha.” Liza said casually, as she forked down the last of her dish.
Several small pecks of meat and gobs of blood were smeared across her plate, which she poked and raked at with her fingers, then inserted them into her mouth consuming the last of her dish.

She thanked Alice on her compliment of her cooking with a small smile.
Though Liza wasn’t a gourmet chef, she knew how to prepare certain foods to a satisfactory degree. I’m truth she wished she could cook better than she did, but had never really found time to perfect the art of food making.
She turned and slipped her dish and utensil into the sink, casually looking over to the window as the golden rays of morning sunlight streamed into her small apartment.

“Alice,” she said,”why don’t you try to get some rest? You look like your worn down pretty bad. You should try and get some sleep and then we can talk more about what to do tonight. I’ll call in at Benny’s and say I have a cold and can’t come in tonight. I’ve only missed one day in the last two months anyway, and I have plenty of ‘sick leave’ saved up. I’ll stay here with you tonight.”