Chapter Twelve
--1--Breakfast was always a cheerful time. With so many people in the house, they had moved from the raised glass counter around the stove to a table set in the sky-bright alcove where Megan worked. Her canted draftswoman's table was still there, but now it shared the space with a sixteenth-century Jacobean refectory table whose surface was filled with surprising walnut whorls. Sonia served the hot food from the frying pans on the stove: one for bacon, sausage, and ham; the other for eggs -- up, over, or scrambled. A small saucepan steamed with water for poached or soft-boiled eggs. Yardena's only concession to living with Megan and Stansfield Gaines was that the hard-boiled egg she had for breakfast was hot.
Since Stansfield often worked late, he did not always breakfast
