Kerry shook her head silently.

Dar snuggled a little closer and shrugged, then let her eyes close again. ”Good. I don’t feel like moving,” she muttered.

Kerry pressed back against her gently, letting her own eyes drift closed. Dar almost never slept in and she suspected the previous day had taken more out of Dar than she was willing to admit, but if it gave her an excuse to laze around in bed all morning, was she going to complain?

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DAR WAS VERY reluctant to move. She’d finally found a really comfortable spot, where her knee was gently supported by Kerry’s muscular legs and the aching had subsided a little, allowing her to sleep.But an open eyelid showed that it was late morning and she knew that at the very least, poor Chino needed to be taken care of. She eyed the still sleeping Kerry and grinned a little, enjoying the look of childlike pleasure Kerry always had when she was dreaming. Slowly, Dar slid away from her lover and rolled onto her back, straightening her leg out cautiously.

Ow. She exhaled in disgust. She eased the comforter back and regarded her knee with a jaundiced eye, noting the extended bruising and the continued swelling of the affected joint. Hesitantly she drew it up, encouraged a bit when she found she could bend it a little more than the previous night, and the sharp pains seemed to have subsided to a continuous, dull ache.

With a sigh, she rolled over and got to the edge of the water bed, levering herself up and out of the warm comfort mostly using her arms.

Then she cautiously put a little weight on the leg and winced, sucking in a breath and grabbing the dresser.

Damn, damn, damn. She limped heavily over to the dresser and got into a pair of shorts by sitting on the edge of the bed. Then she rummaged in a lower drawer and found an old knee brace she’d used back in the old days, when this stuff had practically been an everyday occurrence. ”Well, it’s better than nothing,” she muttered, examining it, then slipping it on and adjusting it over the joint.

Standing, she found she could put a little more pressure on the leg, enough for her to walk, albeit with a limp. She moved into the living room after slipping into a cutoff half sweatshirt, walking gingerly around for a few moments to test the brace.

Ugh.

Chino heard her coming, and she started jumping up and down, whimpering until Dar let her out of the utility room. ”C’mon, sweetie.”

She opened the back door and let the puppy out, stepping out onto the back porch to watch while the bouncing animal raced around the small, fenced in area, and spent apparently enormous brain energy in picking a spot to relieve herself.

”Another example of human mental superiority,” Dar told the puppy. ”We don’t waste time choosing where to pee.” The cool air fluttered her shirt’s ragged half sleeves and brushed against the bare skin of her stomach, and she took a moment to breathe in the salty air as she stretched in the warm sunlight.

Then she ran a hand through her disordered hair and limped inside, followed by the eager puppy, who bounced all over the kitchen until Dar retrieved the scoop and dished out some puppy kibble.

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watched the animal devour the food like an animated vacuum, chuckling as she shook her head.

Then she turned and leaned on the counter as she got some coffee started. ”Let’s see, Chino, do we have breakfast?” She opened the cabinet and took down a bright blue box, shaking it gently. ”Hmm, we sure do.” Then she considered. ”Hey, what if I make your mom some breakfast as a surprise?”

Chino turned and looked at her, then sneezed and went back to her food.”Everyone’s a damn critic,” Dar replied, with a snort. ”Okay, so I’m not Julia Child, but I can make breakfast.” She glanced into the refrigerator. ”I’m sure I can. I run a damn zillion dollar operation. I can figure out how to use the toaster.”

Chino barked at her.

”Are you laughing at me, Miss Puppy?” Dar put a hand on her hip and glared at the animal. ”We’ll see if you get any treats from me today.” She limped around the kitchen and got out the bread and butter, with some jelly for toast. ”Okay, I can handle toast. What do you think, can I do pancakes?”

Chino’s gentle brown eyes widened.

”No, you’re probably right. I better stick to something easy, like eggs.” Dar decided, pulling out a carton of them. ”She likes them scrambled. How many eggs do you put in for that?” She inspected the round, white objects. ”Hmm, they look small, five or six, I guess, huh?”

She pulled out the eggs and put them on the counter, where they rocked gently. ”Okay, do we have...” She checked the freezer. ”Ah, yes.” She pulled out a package of frozen sausage. ”Brown and serve, already cooked. That’s good. I won’t give anyone botulism.”

The puppy barked, then wagged her tail.

”No comments from the peanut gallery.” Dar pointed the box at her. ”Okay. I need two pans, a dish for these eggs, and something to mix them up with. She peered in the cabinet. ”No, grits are a bad idea. Last time I tried making them I ended up having to throw the entire pot out.” She chuckled wryly at herself, as she got the two frying pans and a bowl out. ”Okay, first, break the eggs.”

She cracked the white shells and emptied their contents in the bowl, careful not to put shards in there. ”No, Kerry gets plenty of calcium. She doesn’t need to get surprised by little crunchy bits of it.”

She took a fork and mixed the eggs, after piercing the yolks to bleed a sluggish yellow in their depths. ”Do I put anything in them?” She looked at the spices doubtfully. ”Mm, maybe just a pinch of salt and pepper.” She shook a little of both spices in and continued mixing.

”Okay, that looks good.”

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Chino barked, then hid under the table.

”Okay, okay.” Dar stirred the butter around and watched it melt.

”They don’t warn you about that, do they?” she muttered, pouring the eggs in and turning the flame down. Then she dropped the contents of the sausage box into the other pan.

”I think I’ve got this under control, Chino.” Dar remarked, stirring the eggs with a wooden spoon. ”Yeah, there they go, out of the liquid stage into the Jell-O stage.” She paused and took a fork to the sausages, moving them around when they started to sizzle. ”Hey, that smells pretty good, huh?” She glanced down to see a puppy glued to her foot.

”Oh, yeah, I guess it does.” She stirred the eggs some more. ”Ah, out of the Jell-O stage, into the fluffy stage.” Triumphantly, she removed the pan from the fire. ”Yeow!!” She dropped it back down and turned off the fire hastily. ”Damn it, that’s hot.”

She rummaged for a pot holder, then managed to get the pan off the stove, scooping the eggs off into a plate. ”Okay. So far, so good.” She turned her attention to the sausage, poking them hesitantly. ”Well, they look hot.” She rolled them over. ”Oh, brown, right, I got it, brown and serve. That must be the brown part.”

She let them continue to cook for a moment and stuck a few pieces of bread in the toaster, turning it on. ”Now this, I can’t screw up.” She nodded briskly at it. ”Kerry fireproofed the controls after that damned bagel set off the fire alarm.” She turned the sausages a few more times as the bread toasted, then added them to the plate of eggs, and caught the bread as it popped out.” Hey, we’re doing good here, Chino, doing good, and I didn’t even manage to—”

A gentle throat clearing interrupted her monologue and she glanced up, startled, to see Kerry leaning against the doorway, a thin tshirt covering her to her thighs, her hair loosely disheveled around her face. ”What are you doing?”

Dar felt a stupid grin crossing her face as she regarded her sleep rumpled lover, who was looking at her from under lazy blonde lashes.

”Um...”

Kerry entered the kitchen and glanced at the full, gently steaming plate. ”Where did this come from?”

Dar held out the plate. ”I made it,” she announced proudly. ”I was going to surprise you in bed, but...”

Kerry broke off a corner of egg and nibbled it. ”Mm.” She gave Dar a look of delighted surprise. ”Very good.” She took the plate from her friend’s hands and put it down on the counter as her eyes traveled down Dar’s body.

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reflected in a moment of quiet clarity. ”I was just getting some toast.”

She shifted awkwardly and picked up the bread, feeling a warm hand on her bare side. ”Hmm?”

”Tell you what.” Kerry leaned over and kissed her belly button gently. ”I’ll take this outside and you,” She handed her the portable phone. ”Call Dr. Steve.” Her fingers dropped to touch the brace.

”Okay?”

”Um, it feels a lot better today.” Dar objected hopefully. ”Really, Kerry, it does. This brace really helps.”

Sea green eyes lifted and regarded her.

Dar sighed. ”All right.” She watched her lover take the plate out to the balcony and she limped behind her, grateful to settle into one of the bucket chairs in the salty breeze as Kerry returned to get their coffee and some silverware. She thought a minute, then dialed a number, waiting for the service to pick up. ”Hello. Yes, please.” She waited. ”It’s for Dr. Steve. I’ll leave my number.” She gave it, and her name. ”I banged up my knee a little yesterday and I just want to talk to him about it.” She listened for a moment. ”Okay, thanks.” She hung up the phone as Kerry settled into her chair. ”Happy now?”

Kerry speared a bit of sausage on her fork and offered it. ”Dar, there’s no sense in you being miserable, is there?” She watched her lover chew the sausage and swallow it. ”What, no grits?”

”I know, and no, I didn’t want to push my luck.” Dar informed her.

”This was about my limit.”

A soft chuckle. ”Well, it’s very good. I’m impressed.” She took a forkful of eggs. ”Nice and fluffy and no shells. Perfect.”

Dar studied her hands. ”I used to watch my father make them,” she remarked quietly. ”One of his few specialties and he didn’t make them for everyone, just people he really, really liked.”

Kerry munched contentedly. ”Oh, so is this how I know I’ve been truly accepted?” Her eyes twinkled. ”I get breakfast made for me?”

A pensive smile shaped Dar’s lips. ”I don’t know, you’re the first person I’ve ever made anything for.” The phone rang, and she picked it up. ”Hello?”

Kerry had paused, with the fork in her mouth as she sucked the tines. The eggs took on a new flavor as she absorbed the words Dar had just said. It had nothing to do with food, and everything to do with Dar’s willingness to accept her as a part of her life. As a part of herself.

Delicious. Kerry smiled, and picked up another mouthful.

”Yeah, hi Dr. Steve.” Dar leaned back and braced her foot against the balcony carefully, studying the bruised flesh around the brace. ”No, we did a little hiking upstate yesterday, and we had a little accident. I twisted the hell out of my knee, and it’s turning all kinds of god-awful colors.” A pause, while Dar listened. ”No, no, no hospitals. It’s not that bad, just a little sore.” Another pause. ”No, well, yeah.” A touch of resignation entered Dar’s voice. ”Yeah, it is...

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much longer pause, during which Dar’s shoulders slumped. ”Okay, yeah.... ...No, I’ll meet you over there.” She exhaled. ”Yeah, an hour’s good...

...Okay, bye.” She hung up and gave Kerry a wry look. “Well, he wants to x-ray it.”

”Good for him.” Kerry responded. ”I think that’s a great idea.” She offered Dar a forkful of eggs. ”His office in an hour? Good. I’ve been looking forward to meeting him.”