A Knight of the Sacred Blade (The Tower of Endless Worlds Book 2) by Jonathan Moeller

Author:Jonathan Moeller [Moeller, Jonathan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-06-01T06:00:00+00:00

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Ally blinked awake and smelled something frying. Katrina never fried anything. Ally hoped the house wasn’t burning down. She rolled out of bed, found a pair of jeans, and shuffled downstairs to the kitchen.

Mary stood at the stove, an eye on a half-dozen sizzling pans.

“Oh! Morning, Ally,” said Mary.

“Um…good morning,” said Ally. “What are you doing?”

“Making breakfast,” said Mary, adjusting a skillet.

“Is that bacon?” said Ally. Katrina never bought bacon, much to Simon’s dismay.

“Yup,” said Mary.

“Okay,” said Ally. Mary returned her attention to the frying pans, and Ally went into the dining room. Simon had taken over the table again, books and papers on the Roman Empire covering every free surface. He sat with his back to the kitchen door, typing on his MacBook.

“Don’t you have a desk?” said Ally.

Simon glanced up. “Don’t scare me like that.”

Ally sat down. “At your age it’s not good, right?”

“Funny,” said Simon. “I do have a desk, as you well know.”

“Then why can’t you use it?” said Ally. “Suppose I want to eat breakfast here or something?”

“The desk is buried,” said Simon, leafing through a stack of journal articles. “Well, at least, I think it is. I haven’t cleaned out the study in a while. I have to finish this before we…”

“Before what?” said Ally.

Simon coughed. “I’ll tell you later. As for breakfast, you can always eat in the kitchen…” He looked up and smiled. “Breakfast. Oh, yes. Breakfast. Your friend’s making pancakes and eggs and bacon…”

Ally grinned. “Mom doesn’t know about this, does she?”

Simon blinked. “Your mother? Well, um, she’s still asleep, and…”

Ally looked through the door and saw Katrina talking to Mary. She smiled, patted Mary on the shoulder, and entered the dining room.

“Simon,” Katrina said. The word seemed to carry paragraphs of meaning.

Simon gave her a wide smile. “Good morning, Katrina. Did you sleep well?”

Katrina sat down next to Ally. “Mary’s making breakfast.”

Simon glanced into the kitchen. “She is, isn’t she?”

“Bacon and eggs and pancakes,” said Katrina, her tone clinical. “All very unhealthy foods. Where do you suppose she got those, Simon?”

“Um.” Simon shuffled his papers. “I took her shopping. Early, before you got up.”

“You did?” said Katrina. “None of those foods are good for your blood pressure, you know.”

“I know,” said Simon. He sighed. “I got up early to work.” His voice lowered. “I think she had been up crying. I asked if she had any breakfast, we got to talking, and she mentioned how much she used to enjoy making breakfast, back when her mother was still alive. She asked if she could make me breakfast, and I said sure. But it’s hard to make a proper breakfast with just granola bars and bran muffins. So we went shopping, and, well,” Simon shrugged, “I did my best to stop her. But the poor child just wanted to make breakfast…”

Katrina laughed. “You just wanted pancakes and bacon for breakfast.”

Simon gave her a hurt look. “Is this what I get for trying to help her? Just because I get a pancake breakfast out of it…”

“With bacon,” said Ally.

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