When I woke up to let Klutz out in the morning, Kia was sitting at the table eating. I didn’t see any pots or pans out, and the house didn’t smell like she’d cooked anything, yet there was a plate of pancakes on the counter.
“Good
morning,” I said grabbing a plate and taking a seat.
“Morning,”
she replied barely looking up at me.
We sat in
silence with the only the sounds of our utensils hitting our plates, and
Klutz’s barking outside filling the silence between us.
