Ginny didn't imagine many divorces were simple and easy; she wondered if Phlegm would ever consent to letting Bill get out. She ran a soft hand over his hair and kissed the top of his head.
In the air Ginny could smell the bacon and eggs and glanced at the stove. She made her way over and pulled the skillet off the hot burner. "Will you tell her that when she gets back, Bill?" Ginny deftly plated their food and sat herself next to her brother.