FRITZ WAS making waffles when Ashley pushed the back door open and came in with Jane. “Ash, set the table in the dining room,” said Fritz. Ashley took off his jacket, took Jane"s coat, and dropped both on a chair.
FRITZ WAS“Hang them up,” said a stern voice from the family room.
“Hi, Linda.” He stuck his face around the corner. “Hi, TJ.” The baby ignored him. Returning to the kitchen, he opened the drawer and asked, “Do you want this cheap stuff, or do you want me to go home for my brand-new, good stuff?”
“You can go home, but we"ll still eat with ours,” Fritz answered.
John and Martha were packed to go home right after breakfast. “Those look really good,” said his father, watching Fritz add to the stack warming in the oven. Fritz wiped the griddle and poured more batter.
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