Warnings: Character death.
Notes: Drabble-a-Day 2011. Day 153. Prompt from numb3rs100. Challenge #318-Release. Unbeta'd. Comments and concrit welcome.
Summary: Muzak sucks.
Please release me; let me go.
Can’t the FBI get some decent music for their elevators?
Toward the end, Margaret’s once catholic tastes had narrowed considerably: egg salad and Engelbert.
The smell of hard-boiled eggs still reminds him of those days, so he rarely makes them, the music turns up when he least expects it.
He remembers mushing up eggs and celery, singing along to “Quando, Quando, Quando,” holding her hand for hours, crying silent tears.
He’s got to pull himself together before he meets Don and Charlie for lunch.
Maybe he’ll have an egg salad sandwich.