Breakfast was delicious, as it always was when Lenore made it. Ella ate way too many blueberry pancakes, paired with the crispiest bacon she’d ever devoured, washing it down with fresh squeezed orange juice. By the time she dropped her fork, there was no way one more bite could’ve slipped past her lips. She leaned back in her chair, one hand on her stomach, watching Rome finish off the last few bites, the look on his face telling her he was just as stuffed as she was.
“Man, now that was a good breakfast,” her husband declared, placing his fork on his plate definitively.
Lenore, who was at the sink, chuckled. “I’m so glad you enjoyed it. I’ll be over to clear the table just as soon as I finish scrubbing this griddle.”
Ella was thankful they had found such kind help. Lenore was wonderful, and for the first time in a long time, she almost felt like she had a mother.
