I hear Hank Junior hop off the couch even as I’m turning the key in the lock. He’s there to greet me, tail wagging hard.“Hey.” I keep my voice low in an effort not to wake up Holden and Thomas if they’ve already gone to bed. “Shh, come on boy.” I pat my leg for him to follow me to the kitchen.But...
Friday was therefore John’s day to make breakfast for Flora, the menu usually consisting of either oatmeal and toast or frozen waffles with maple syrup. They were the only two breakfast foods he knew how to make. It was a good thing they both happened to be his daughter’s favorites. He’d never be...