IsobelIsobel came to realise that the kitchen in Evan Bellamy’s farmhouse was not unlike her mother’s kitchen back in England. Both were cramped and filled with too much furniture. Sideboards and a large dresser jostled for space along one wall. The colonial stove scalded the air on the opposite side of the room. As she boiled water for fresh tea, she turned around to face Esther and Jack, her face full of purpose.
‘We’ll need a meal tonight, that’s for certain, and we can’t be expected to manage on whatever it is your father eats.’ She motioned to the chaotic kitchen. ‘How he’s able to find his way around here to prepare a plate of something is beyond me. So I’ve decided. When we’ve finished here, Esther will go and rest and Jack will take a look at the farm. There’s bound to be somethin
