The next morning, Bolivan and Broderick made breakfast as they waited for Miss Dorothy aka Brigid to arrive. The orc had not woken up yet, and they figured it might be better to address him all together with Miss Dorothy’s help. Bolivan placed the plates of bacon, eggs, and pancakes onto the table.
“So, we’re planning on repairing this window this afternoon, right?” he asked Broderick.
“Yea, that’s the plan, depending on how things go with our guest of honor,” Broderick replied.
Bolivan sat down at the table with a glass of orange juice. As he sat there, his mind wandered to thoughts of Miss Dorothy just as they had been since he first met her. At first, he thought that his affinity for thinking about her was due to suspicions he was having about her and her behavior. They certainly di
