It was so easy for Ella to dance when she was alone. It’s far more difficult since her father had been killed that fire years ago. She switched on some music. Indie music in words she didn’t understand well but she knew them all. Ella had looked up the lyrics once and she knew she liked the meaning of the song but could no longer remember them. She swayed her hips with a small smile as she grabbed things to make the best sandwich. It starts with leftover hot chicken and a fried egg.