Rachel was hungry, but not wild about staying on as a baby girl, still at the moment she didn’t really have much choice.
She washed up and shampooed her hair, she could smell eggs and onions and other fine breakfast aromas flowing in from the kitchen.
Margaret poked her head in and lay a pink fluffy dressing gown with pink fluffy bunny slippers on the chair by the tub.
“Be sure to brush your hair and put these on then scoot on down to the kitchen, omelets will be ready in 5 minutes.”
Rachel did as she was told and soon was sitting down to a nice hot fresh omelet with toast and orange juice.
“There go the troopers,” Margaret said as a big black ford zoomed up the road past the driveway.