Grill

All he knew was burgers. Cheeseburgers, burgers with tomato, no pickles please, burgers lathered in barbecue sauce. So many combinations in between two buns. He grilled burgers every day, he loved hearing the sizzling of meat and fat commingling with each other. It was calming, the only calm he had was in the beginning of the day when the restaurant was still closed and the kids were at school and his wife was in their apartment vacuuming or laughing it up on the phone, twisting the cord in between her slender fingers. This was his moment of peace, no noise other than the sizzling.