‘I told Ma,’ she was telling Bernice, ‘I’ d had enough of all her moaning – where had I been, who was I with, on and on and on!’
Then she saw Macon. ‘Hey there, Macon. Want a pancake?
‘Just a glass of milk, thanks.’
‘No newspaper this morning,’ Alexander told Macon.
‘Edward’s going crazy, waiting for it to come.’
A figure appeared at the back door, and Edward started barking. Macon opened the door and found his brother Charles.
‘Charles?’ he said. ‘What are you doing here?