Chapter 28

He jerked back and banged his elbow to the cabinet when he noticed Wyatt standing in the kitchen doorway, staring at him silently.

“Oh man…ouch…buddy, we need to put a bell on you,” Del said calmly, rubbing his elbow that smarted like hell.

“Why?” Wyatt came closer and looked at him quizzically.

“It’s a saying. It means that someone moves very quietly. We don’t actually need to put a bell on you,” he explained as he pulled the chair from the island and gestured for Wyatt to come sit. “Are you hungry?”

Wyatt nodded. He reached up to put his doll on the island and then climbed onto the chair.

Del got the food out of the drawer and made Wyatt a plate. He then gave the boy a glass—plastic one he’d found in the pantry, thank you Nanna for thinking about children—of milk.

“There will be really good bread soon,” he promised Wyatt, who nodded, grinning as he clumsily stabbed some eggs with a fork.