Chapter 77

• I walked into the kitchen the next morning to find Lynda and Nona finishing up with breakfast. As soon as Lynda saw me, she waved. “Good morning. Where’s Rebecca?”
• “She’s still sleeping. I’m going to take our breakfast upstairs,” I said, nodding toward the tray.
• “Oh.” Lynda raised an eyebrow at me, her eyes glistening mischievously, but I just glared. She shrugged. “I’ll set a tray for you,” she mumbled, tilting her face down as she hid her smile. Leaning against the wall, I waited for her. “There you go,” she said, giving me the tray.