When Luke finished eating breakfast, he actually found his manners. More because he had to, than wanted to. "Thanks for the meal..."
"Rose," she said, smiling. "I'm sorry I couldn't give you coffee. We don't keep it in the house. Your father's not allowed caffeine."
"Oh," Luke said, toying with a toast crumb on the island. She didn't seem so bad, he supposed. Maybe she didn't know what his father had done.
She certainly seemed surprised the other night when he came here for the first time. And it was too late to change anything now. He thought he ought to try and make some conversation.
"Funny. I remember him drinking coffee like it was water."
Rose was washing the dishes. She considered for a moment. "He had a heart attack seven months ago,"
Luke froze.
"So he doesn't drink caffein
