Lauren smiled sweetly and headed in. The knives looked tempting but had the wrong heft for throwing. When she was nine, she and her best friend Louie had planned on running away to join the circus. They had practiced throwing knives and it turned out to be something she was damned good at. For now she kept her knife skills under wraps and made them each a few rashers of bacon, hash browns cooked in bacon grease and two eggs. She deftly peeled and diced and served up breakfast while she prodded Frank to talk.<br/><br/>“Stop being evasive, Frankie,” she scolded and knocked the pepper mill off the table which she caught mid air though. Her reflexes were good and she placed the mill back on the little kitchen table. “It’s my<i>life</i>you’re messing around with.”