The first three paragraphs of chapter 1. Your reading place changes only when you open a chapter.
On the morning Clara came for the kitchen table, Arthur ate his toast standing by the sink.
The table was upside down on two blankets. He had removed three legs and was considering the fourth, which had not forgiven him for the damp winter of 2004. A socket wrench lay beside the marmalade. Every so often he picked it up, tried the bolt again, and put it down without comment.
Helen would have had a comment. Something about his determination to make breakfast more difficult than it needed to be. Or a suggestion that he take it out and shoot it, which had been her solution to most problems involving furniture.