Johnathan arrived at the house, breathless. The sun had finally risen, and the rest of the household was up and bustling. Excited squeals came from the children as they ran downstairs, discovering that he and Samuel had come back in the night. Heated voices came from the kitchen.
‘I think we should have pancakes. The children need a treat,’ he heard Samuel say earnestly.
‘No, you want a treat. There’s hardly any nutrition in them at all. The children need something healthy – they’ve got a lot of growing to do. We should give them whole-wheat bread with butter, fruit, and orange juice,’ Chester argued. ‘If Erin was here, you know she’d say the same.’
‘But she’s not, and the children know it. If we give them pancakes, they’ll be far too happy to even think about why she’s not here,’ Samue
