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Chapter 38

Saturday

Day fourteen

Jon showered, dressed, and tromped down the stairs, looking forward to Mrs. McFarland's fresh vegetables and farm eggs. Steaming chafing dishes lined the dining room's sideboard. He carefully tipped their coverings back to check the contents: rashers of bacon, warm scrambled eggs, fried tomato, smoked herring; toast done to perfection slotted into a silver toast rack; homemade jams, butter, and clotted cream; boxes of cereal and bowls of muesli; and pitchers of milk and orange juice.

He shook out a linen napkin and laid it next to his place at the empty table. No other guests had made it downstairs as yet. This was lovely. He soon topped a full plate with a piece of toast and set it at his place. He poured a cup of hot coffee and took a seat.