He’d been creating drama in his family, particularly with his wife.
I watched the eggs become firm in the pan and I moved them around with the spatula.
She said he knew his diagnosis and this was his way of being remembered.
The eggs began sticking to the pan, just a papery sliver of gold, I delivered the rest to a dish waiting nearby. I tried to remove what was left in the pan. The brittle sheets flaked dry pieces, nothing to salvage.