The next morning, Greta found Tony sitting alone in the kitchen at the table. Cheerfully she greeted him, searching the cabinets for ingredients for breakfast. There was not much to find. As normal, they contained only a few odds and ends.
“Mornin’,” he muttered. He looked up and saw her examining the almost bare cabinets. “I went over to the camp this morning. I had to mail something. I brought back a few things.” He waved his hand over to a table by the door.
Greta stared in utter shock. She couldn’t remember the last time she had seen so much food. “How did you…” was all she could manage.
Tony laughed. “Oh, that?” His smile was pleasing, warming his entire face. “Helps to have friends in the right places. So, I got you bacon, eggs, a little flour, milk, and a few tins of somethin’. T
