“I guess I’ll have some orange juice and scrambled eggs and bacon.”
“Is that all you going to eat? Why, how you ever going to get big and strong?”
He laughed. “Not sitting at a desk and eating your cooking.”
“Oh, is that so?” Marjorie Ventusa walked slowly back to the kitchen. She felt strained as she walked for she could feel he was watching her. She wished suddenly that her hips weren’t so big and that her legs were slimmer.
She shouted his order to the cooks, then she took the two secretaries’ breakfasts out to them. They complained bitterly about the size of the orange juice and one said that it was too sour and the other said that there were seeds in it.
“I’m sorry,” said Marjorie, “would you like something else?”
They said they would not and acted as if she had grown the oranges badly and had put seeds in the juice. One of her other tables was full now and she went and took their order.
Out in the kitchen his breakfast was ready and she put it on her tray. There were some seeds in the orange juice which she carefully removed with a spoon.
He was reading his paper when she came back. He didn’t look up as she arranged the dishes on his table.
“Well, here’s your breakfast,” she said. “You better eat it while it’s hot.”