Faith greeted Mara and Dixon when they made their way into the kitchen. With the house so full, she was serving breakfast in shifts. Francis and Patrick sat at one end of the table, Ted at the other.
“’Mornin’ again, Dixon. ’Mornin’ to you too, Mara. A lot of commotion already today, huh? Well, I hope you two rested well.” Ted slapped Dixon lightly on the back, directing him to an open chair, then guided Mara to another. “A couple more hungry mouths here!” he called out. “Let’s get some more of that great breakfast over this way.”
“Let me help,” Dixon offered before taking his seat.
Faith jostled him. “No, I wouldn’t hear of it. There’s only so much room in here and you’d just be in my way.”
“Well, if you’re sure—”
“Sit. Sit,” she ordered, gently pushing him aside and pointing to his chair.
Mara smiled at how malleable he was in Faith’s capable hands.
Faith set out dishes for everyone, then refilled plates and bowls of eggs, scrambled and sprinkled with cheese and chives, crispy bacon, slices of sweet melons and pears sprinkled with finely chopped rosemary, and crusty bread.
Nina arrived with Eden. Then they all ate, enjoying breakfast over small talk.
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