“Bitter cold out there.” He coughed several times. “Smells wonderful, though. What’s that you have? Bacon?”
“Aye. We got one-eighth pound from work as a Christmas present. I’m making a stew – it should be ready shortly.”
“What a treat!” Frank coughed again. “Do we have any tea?”
“No – we ran out last week.”
“My throat is a bit raw… Can you get me a little hot honey water?”
Margaret stopped stirring the stew and put the teapot on the stove. “I’ll have it for you in a few minutes. Frank, you’ve been coughing a lot lately. Are you sure you aren’t coming down with grippe?”
Frank tried to answer but was struck by a coughing fit. He shook his head and leaned over the coal stove. The teapot was starting to steam, and he took several deep breaths, which calmed his coughing spell. Margaret came over with a cup and poured some boiling water into it. She then put in a teaspoon of honey, stirred it well, and gave it to Frank.
“Care with this now, Frank. It’s boiling hot.”
Frank put it under his nose as it cooled, breathing in the steam.
“You might want to call the doctor, Frank. Before that cough gets worse.”
“Nae, Margaret. We’ve no the money
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