There was a cigarette in the frying pan, and the gas burner had been turned off within the last few minutes, judging by the two eggs next to the menthol, sunny side up, slightly crisp edges.
Geoff Malaby picked up a grease streaked spatula, lifted one of the eggs off the pan and slid it into his mouth, whole. The yolk had dried. He had misjudged the tim…
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