Chapter Five
Evelyn slept longer than usual the next morning and woke to the delicious smell of pancakes wafting into her room. Her mom had made breakfast!
She dressed quickly, bouncing down the stairs to the kitchen where her mom was standing, whistling as she flipped pancakes at the stove.
“Morning,” Evelyn chirped, sitting down at the breakfast nook at the counter across from her mom. “Do you need any help?”
Her mom turned around, giving her a smile. She pointed her chin toward the cupboard, holding the pan and a spatula in her hands. “That would be great, thanks. You can get the plates. I'm just about done. Why don't you see if we have orange juice, and get syrup or whatever else you’d like to put on top.”
Evelyn nodded, hopping up from the chair and moving around the kitchen. She
