It had done no good to protest that surely her brother and her father would be coming soon to pick her up, that it was pointless to enroll in a new school for just a few days. It hadn’t helped to remind Cassie that no one had gotten to bed until late last night, and that what sleep they’d had hadn’t been restful. It didn’t even matter that Grandpa had again been cause for concern at breakfast, when he was despondent and confused and uncooperative. He hadn’t wanted to get out of bed, he wanted to know why he wasn’t in his old room upstairs, and he insisted that he did not like scrambled eggs, even with sausage. “But they’ve always been your favorite!” Cassie exclaimed, sounding mildly provoked. “I made them special for you today!” The old man’s mouth took on a mutinous pout. “Don’t you think I know what I like?” Grandpa demanded, making Cassie roll her eyes. “I don’t like scrambled eggs!” Addie pushed back her own chair. “Well, you two work it out. Let him have cold cereal for once, if that’s what he wants.
