John came out the back door and followed them to the table. He looked haggard and his bowler was tipped low over his eyes.
Mrs. Dixon shot a look over her shoulder. “I suppose you would like some breakfast.”
“Absolutely not, I’m not staying,” John growled. “I just need two cups of coffee.”
Suppressing the urge to interrogate the odious prowler, Mrs. Dixon set her items on the table. He was family and though she felt like she was just as much a part of the family as he, she was really technically “the help.” Therefore, she had to be welcoming.
had
Like it or not.
“Coffee’s in the periwinkle dotted china kettle there.”
“Bully,” John slumped down next to Jeb and began to pour himself a cup of black.
“I thought we would eat all together, if that is alright with you?” Mrs. Dixon
