"I'll serve you a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon, I made enough for three anyway." Marie ambled around the kitchen, pouring orange juice and making toast.
"Marie, please don't go to any fuss. I'm not a big breakfast eater so a muffin will be fine." Ronnie absentmindedly caressed Mugsy behind his ears. "I understood from Mitch he doesn't eat here much. How often does he have breakfast with us?"
"Only a few days a week. It's very hard to fix a good meal for only two people, so I end up with leftovers at every meal. He's always been welcome at our table, according to Aunt Sally."
"I can hear her saying that, too. She was such a warm and kind loving woman." Ronnie smiled.
"Yes, exactly. And she and the sheriff were very close. They visited for many hours, late into the night." Marie set
