Chapter 11
When Nick finally arrived at the table the next morning, his sisters had almost finished their breakfast. “Good morning.” He took his seat and, finding himself even more hungry than usual, set about to filling his plate.
“You must have been very tired, Nicky,” Lucy observed, finishing up the last of her muffin.
Nick took the time to compose himself by pretending to study the platter of herring. “Yes, I suppose I was,” he replied as he added several pieces to his breakfast. The rashers of bacon had cooled and congealed, but the eggs were still appetizing enough. He poured himself some tea with one hand and took a slice of toast with the other. Surprised and pleased to find strawberries on the table as well, he took several and finished filling his plate with a piece of pound c
