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Warm smells of coffee brewing and bacon frying drifted upstairs, drawing Jenny out of bed and down the old staircase towards the kitchen. The ancient wooden steps creaked under her pink fuzzy slippers and she pulled the matching pink robe more snugly around her in the chilly morning air.
The Lake House had been built in the early 1800’s. A Cape Cod style, solid and dependable, but definitely prone to uneven temperatures throughout. The upstairs hall and bathroom, the stairway and the front sitting room were almost always colder than the rest of the house. Jenny didn't mind. It made her feel like she was on vacation. She followed her nose into the toasty kitchen where she found her Dad cooking breakfast with Love.
"Good morning, Button!" He smiled at her and lifted an empty mug in the
