Fergie stood and shook Jeremiah’s hand. “Glad you could make it here this morning. Well, almost morning. Technically still morning.”
Jeremiah laughed and sat down. “You asked so nicely, how could I refuse?”
Ethan brought coffee cups and poured coffee, handed them menus, and went over the specials for the day. Fergie and Jeremiah didn’t say anything, just smiled at the apparently nervous Ethan.
Zoe appeared at the nearby door to the kitchen looking dire and upset. “Father? When you have time, can I see you?”
Fergie smiled. “When I am done here, m’dear.”
Zoe tried slamming a swinging door shut, which, of course, didn’t work. Ethan sighed heavily and said he would be back to get their order.
Jeremiah looked over the top of the menu. “Any recommendations?”
“Not sure I should. For purpos
