Libby POV I have enough time to revisit the married farmer’s house and collect their personal chicken eggs for today. They said I could, said I could help myself whilst they were away. They seem to trust me, they don’t let anybody else do it. I plan to use the eggs to make pancakes for dessert tonight. Beth was looking a little bit too gaunt for my liking. I noticed at breakfast she gave Ben her sausages, claiming she wasn’t hungry. Her brother, being of the muscular type, is known for spending all his money on extra food. She must worry that he isn’t getting enough nutrients. He’ll come back later today with bags of food from the town’s supermarket. He can’t help himself. I don’t think Beth was full though, I think she is kind. But she’s not eating enough to keep her own energy levels maintained for this labour intensive workload. And it is hard work, there’s a reason it is called manual labour. Beth is a lot older than my niece Elspeth, 10 years in fact, but she makes me thi
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