H
azel woke to a strange room. She stopped to ponder on her situation. Finally, she remembered she was still at the Finn’s farm, and she slept in their extra bedroom.
She heard someone moving around in the kitchen, and she decided to dress for the day. She wanted to help make breakfast. She slowly walked to the large kitchen where Fia was looking for something to eat.
Fia, good morning. Let me help with breakfast. I will make some biscuits and a blueberry cobbler. You and your husband have been so nice to me, and cooking breakfast is the least I can do to pay for your kindness.
Finley came in the kitchen, “Top of the morning to you, Miss Hazel. After he had come in from the barn, and they all sat at the old wooden table. Finley looked at his wife, “You didn’t make this meal.” He walke
