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. Taking it from her hand, I turned around to leave. “Thank you,” I said before leaving the kitchen and making my way upstair
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