Autor's cheeks redden slightly. "No, I... It was sort of a reward? To get to do it? I mean, that's how she put it, anyway, and, well," he says, separating another egg as he speaks, "there were times when she'd let us go into the kitchen. Holidays, when she was overwhelmed. I'd separate eggs for what felt like hours, but it was worth it, to... be there with her."