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Another Fine Mess (3)

The bedroom door was flung open and 10-year old Zach burst in. Chestnut curls fell over his forehead, framing hurt, tear-filled hazel eyes.

“Mom! Max won’t let me make pancakes!”

Nora, now alone in bed and sitting with the sheet tucked tightly under her arms, smiled at her youngest child. “Good morning to you too Zach.”

Zach rolled his eyes, but then grinned back. “Good morning Mom. Max won’t let me make pancakes.”

“Okay, go on back downstairs. Tell Max I’m on my way and we’ll make them together. You can get out the ingredients.”

“Cool! Thanks Mom!” Zach about-faced and practically skipped down the hall, leaving her door wide open.

Wrapping the sheet around her, Nora got up and crossed the room to close and lock the door. Unheard of in her house, but she couldn’t afford another unexpected entrance. And neither could Jake, who was picking himself up off the floor between the bed and the wall.

“And I thought you enjoyed last night,” he grumbled, trying unsuccessfully to hide a smile.

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