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Cassa moved quietly around the kitchen, preparing breakfast for her father, brother, and their unexpected guest. She had already been out to see the strange man this morning and invited him to come to the house for breakfast. She decided that would be a better time for her father to meet Joshua Manson.
“You are up earlier than normal,” Jemar said as he stepped into the kitchen.
“Yes,” Cassa replied, turning to place a plate of fresh fruit on the table.
“You were up late, as well,” he said, pulling the chair out and sitting down.
Cassa looked at him with a startled expression before her lips curved into a soft smile. “I thought you were sleeping,” she commented.
“Not as soundly as you thought,” her father replied with a shrug. He reached for the plate of fruit and selected several
