"Supper'll be another forty-five minutes or so!"

She reshaped the lump of meat into a loaf pan, got out some ketchup and took delight in bleeding it over the meat. She washed and oiled two potatoes and stabbed them vigorously with a fork.

"Well they're not laying off in your department yet, are they?" She listened, nodded her head, and shoved the meatloaf into the oven. She set the two potatoes on the rack nearby and slammed the oven shut.