11
The eggs sizzled in the pan, creating a crackle and pop that drew all the little feet in the house to the kitchen. The fragrance of frying bacon filled the air and had even her stomach gurgling. Abigail expertly flipped the eggs and then rushed to stir the pancakes.
“Are you sure you can handle all of this by yourself, Abby? I don’t mind helping.”
“Don’t you dare, Ida,” she said. “I’ve got this. It’s my way of saying thank you for letting me crash here last night.”
“It’s just… if Mateo sees you on your feet so quickly, he’ll never leave me alone about it.”
The pancake batter spattered against the wall and Abigail sheepishly cleaned it up, using the opportunity to turn her back from the
Park clan and hide her face. “M-Mateo’s coming?” she asked.
“Yup,” Santi said, “he’s rushing ov
