Chapter Thirteen
By the time they found their way to the kitchen it was nine o’clock and most of what had been offered for breakfast was gone. Lucy looked at the crumb-speckled board and the smears of jam and butter on the napkins with dismay. Beyond the cast iron stove, a doorway led into a dining area. From that direction they could hear the chatter and laughter of several women. Mrs. Craig’s gravelly voice and cough could be heard over it all. It would be rude to grab what few bits of food were left them and just slip away. Perhaps, Lucy realized, one of the ladies within would have heard of Mr. Koessick even if Mrs. Craig had not.
Each with a cup of coffee in one hand and a small plate of food in the other, Lucy and Cassy entered the dining room. Unlike the kitchen and every other pa
