Smoke River Bride. Lynna Banning
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go wash up at the pump outside.”
“Do you not wish to bathe in warm water? I can heat—”
“Bathe! I take a bath once a week, on Saturday.”
“Me, too,” Teddy added. “Pa, she’s so dumb she doesn’t even know how to make coffee.”
Leah flinched. She’d been right the first time—Teddy did hate her. But Thad wasn’t listening, and besides, this morning she had puzzled out the mysteries of the American brew and used the coffee grinder.
The back door slammed. Teddy fled up to his loft, leaving Leah, her teeth gritted, to set the table and check the biscuits.
Thad clunked back into the kitchen, his heavy boots slathered with mud, and plopped himself into one of the ladder-back chairs. Teddy slid onto the other, but Thad motioned him away. “That’s for Leah.”
Then he looked down at his breakfast. Two shiny white whole eggs stared up at him.
“What’s this?”
“Eggs,” Leah said quickly.
“And biscuits,” Teddy piped. Leah set a napkin-covered bowl on the table.
“Try a biscuit, Pa.”
“Soon as I figure out this egg thing on my plate.” He sent a questioning look to Leah, who settled herself at the table and picked up her boiled egg. “In China, we do it like this.” She lifted a spoon and gently tapped around the middle until a crack appeared, then adroitly split the egg into two parts and scooped out the inside with her spoon.
Teddy scowled down at his plate. “People in China are stupid.”
“Eating an egg with a spoon like this is not stupid,” Leah countered in a quiet voice. “It is merely different.”
“And it’s dumb, too,” the boy retorted.
“Teddy,” Thad warned. He noticed suddenly that his son’s hair was uncombed and that Leah wore the jeans and shirt from the mercantile. Her feet were encased in the same satin slippers she’d worn yesterday. She’d need a pair of boots, too.
Absently he reached for a hot biscuit. “What size boot do you wear, son?”
Teddy kept his eyes fixed on Thad’s hand breaking open the biscuit. “Dunno.”
“We have any butter?”
“Not yet,” Leah answered. “I have not collected enough cream to churn.”
“How about jam? Some in the pantry, I think. Blackberry. Get it for her, would ya, Teddy?”
Teddy bolted from the table and, before Thad could draw breath, returned with a half-empty jar of last year’s jam. “Here, Pa. Bet she doesn’t know anything about makin’ jam.”
Thad bit into his biscuit. “Good,” he pronounced. “Even without jam.”
The boy’s face lit up. “Have another one, Pa.”
Thad moved his gaze from his son to Leah, who was studying the two intact eggs that still lay on his plate. He picked up his knife and whacked one in two, then attacked the other. The soft yolk spilled over his fingers, but it tasted okay, just like an egg. Sure was an odd way to serve them, though.
He glanced around the warm kitchen and felt something inside him catch. This was like it used to be when Hattie was alive—eating breakfast around the kitchen table. But it wasn’t Hattie sitting across from him; it was a woman he scarcely knew.
Lord in Heaven, what had he done?
He’d changed his life, changed his son’s life, in a way that could not be altered. Part of him didn’t like it one bit. Another part of him, a part he kept hidden even from himself, did like it. It was like spring after a long, bleak winter.
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