Dear Mother,
I will be on the eve train and hope to stay a week.
Love, your son
She has just gathered eggs in her basket. She knows how much Pino loves her scrambled eggs. She is not sure why he thinks they are so special, there is nothing unusual in them, just salt and pepper, and a dash of butter.
Perhaps it is how I flip them only once and still leave them with a slightly soft inside, she thinks.
She looks at the note one more time, and clutching it in her hand, decides to make a a sturdy white cake too.
He'll be hungry after his trip, she thought.
