I said as I entered the kitchen. Cyndi was making a big belly breakfast, complete with pancakes, bacon, and eggs. My stomach growled loudly as the scent of bacon wafted around the kitchen. Cyndi pointed to an empty plate at the table while Max loaded it up full of all the fixings. I sat like an elephant—my legs, too tired from holding the weight of my burdens, collapsed beneath me. “Here, eat. We do need to explain a few things,” he said gruffly. Before I could start, Cyndi interrupted. “Now, I know you’re probably mad,” she started while setting down a steaming cup of coffee in front of me. With an efficiency I knew I’d never had, she plopped in two teaspoons of sugar and a splash of cream, remembering exactly how I took my coffee. Things like that added to her overall lovely nature. She paid attention to the small things. The little tidbits that made a person feel comfortable, like how they took their coffee in the morning.
What do You think about August: Calendar Girl Book 8?
