Sixty on a Harley around a bend? Taz looked at Belle with astonishment. How could an old lady be so.... so... not old lady? And she sure gave shit back. Taz was so confused. She had been told she was assigned to a 'senior citizen with mobility issues' for house and yard related chores.' This rough rider wasn't no old lady. The old people Taz knew were mostly homeless and along a spectrum of crazy, from slightly off to batshit unhinged. Still their community of fellow homeless tried helping them out in the camps as best they could. Charity was often found more along those dregs of humanity than on the glistening streets of the business sector. This would take some time to figure out.<br/><br/>Taz had omelettes before but never a 'Spanish' one. After washing her hands in the sink she peeled the slightly older potatoes with some difficulty until she figured out a better way to wield the peeler. Chopping the onions was a mess, Belle tried to show her how to do it but at the end the pieces were all different sizes.<br/><br/>"I never looked at the cook books when I lived in the library," she said while she tried to peel the thin silvery membrane of a clove of garlic.  "No point getting even hungrier." The skin was off and she used a small grater to grind the garlic. "The library had huge boxes full of magazines, and books in there, and it was full of shelving with books. I lived in a hard to get into corner. It was wonderful." She sniffed the pungent smell of the garlic on her fingers trying to decide if she liked it or not. "Food is easy to come by from supermarket dumpsters, but they chase ya away, sometimes lock them. I don't get why? I mean, they are throwing it all away as it is."<br/><br/>The large pan looked big enough to feed several people but Taz put the heavy cast iron thing on the gas stove and began to sauté the veggies. She wasn’t sure she was doing it right but since Belle didn’t say anything she kept going.<br/><br/>“Sure,” she said to the request to add the salt and pepper and kept going until Belle said that it was enough. By then the kitchen was filled with an amazing aroma which made her tummy rumble rather loudly. She hadn’t eaten since the day before and the scent and sight of food had pushed the orange juice and peanuts from earlier to the side, demanding more.  The eggs were poured over the top and Belle popped a big lid over the top and lowered the flame. Taz quietly began to wash the cutting board and prep bowls. Washing was easy, that was until she cut her thumb through the sponge on the kitchen knife.<br/><br/>“Well now that was stupid,” she said, looking at the blood welling out of the cut.