“Don’t go anywhere near my sister until she’s had at least two cups in the morning. She’s like a bear with a sore head.”
Laughter breaks out from Jack, and he slaps his little hand on the countertop.
“Good one, Uncle Damien,” he chuckles, which makes us all laugh, too.
“Aww sorry, Vivienne, all we have is this mint tea,” Charlotte says as she searches the cupboard.
“Oh, that’s fine. I love it.”
She passes Damien the box and he goes about making me a cup and sliding it over.
“And for breakfast, madam, how do you like your eggs?”
“Scrambled?” I whisper in Jack’s ear and he smiles and nods.
“Scrambled, please.”
“Four egg scrambles coming right up.”
I help myself to melon and a few strawberries from the bowls on the side and sit and drink my tea while I listen to Charlotte and her br
