Jennifer woke with the rising sun, warm in the embrace of a man who had treated her as if she were fragile and precious. His arm was around her and his hand held her small breast. The silver bell was ringing and she knew the bread needed tending.<br/><br/>"Max, Max," she said, gently turning in his arms. "The sun is up and we have to go to work."<br/>He snuggled her and then let her go.<br/><br/>They rose and cleaned up as best they could with the small amount of water that had been given. A note was on the screen for Max to report to security.<br/><br/>At the puzzled look on his face, Jennifer explained that security was located not far from the front gate. They walked to breakfast together, ate eggs and fresh bread, then parted ways.<br/><br/>Rachel was elbows deep in dough and greeted Jennifer cheerily, indicating the waiting lumps of dough.<br/><br/>Jennifer washed her hands good and then began the process. They kneaded in silence, each meditating as they worked. Jenn smiled as she thought of Max. Was this love?