Nothing like a good hot breakfast – Friday Fiction

Nothing like a good hot breakfast – Friday Fiction

It was early March, and while the afternoons were becoming warm
there was still a chill in the morning air. Caroline dressed in jeans and a
light sweater then hurried downstairs. She had no sooner slid into a chair
when Ida came from the kitchen with a large platter of scrambled eggs
and sausage links. That was followed by baskets piled high with
homemade biscuits and pieces of honeydew melon cut into tiny squares.
The platters were passed around the table and everyone, including
the bone-thin Harriet, shoveled a good-sized portion onto their plate.
Louie scooped up twice as much as the others. “Nothing like a good hot
breakfast,” he said and passed the platter to Wilbur.

When everyone finished eating there was not even a stain left on the
platters and only one biscuit left in the basket. As Ida began stacking the
dirty dishes, Caroline joined in. “They sure are a hungry bunch,” she

“That they are,” Ida replied, “but it’s mighty nice having them.” She
told Caroline how Big Jim’s sickness had depleted their bank account.
“The only thing of value I had left was this big old house, so I started
renting out rooms. Max was first.” She turned to Caroline. “Did you
know he’s your granddaddy’s baby brother?”

Caroline shook her head. “Up until a few days ago, I didn’t know I
had any family.”

“Well, you sure do now.” Ida smiled. “You’ve got me, and I still think
one of these days your daddy is gonna come walking through that door
hollering he’s back home.”

“That would be nice,” Caroline said, “but I’m not holding out a lot of

“You never know.” Ida grinned. “You just never know.”

Caroline had to admit that was true. If an unknown grandma could
come from out of nowhere, it was possible her daddy would one day
come home.

As Ida washed the dishes, Caroline dried them and breathed in the
smell of sausage and biscuits that lingered in the air. “You sure are a
wonderful cook.”

Ida gave a big hearty laugh. “Shoot, honey, this’s nothing but down
home cooking. Anybody can do it.”

“Not me,” Caroline replied. “I wouldn’t know where to start.”

“Didn’t you cook for your young man?”

“Hardly ever. He wasn’t home much, and when he was we generally
got take-out.”

“Take-out?” Ida repeated. “Like pizza?”

About the author

Bette Lee Crosby

USA Today Bestselling and Award-winning novelist Bette Lee Crosby's books are "Well-crafted storytelling populated by memorable characters caught up in equally memorable circumstances." - Midwest Book Review The Seattle Post Intelligencer says Crosby's writing is, "A quirky mix of Southern flair, serious thoughts about important things in life and madcap adventures." Samantha from Reader's Favorite raves, "Crosby writes the type of book you can't stop thinking about long after you put it down." "Storytelling is in my blood," Crosby laughingly admits, "My mom was not a writer, but she was a captivating storyteller, so I find myself using bits and pieces of her voice in most everything I write." It is the wit and wisdom of that Southern Mama Crosby brings to her works of fiction; the result is a delightful blend of humor, mystery and romance along with a cast of quirky charters who will steal your heart away. Her work was first recognized in 2006 when she received The National League of American Pen Women Award for a then unpublished manuscript. She has since gone on to win nineteen awards for her work; these include: TheRoyal Palm Literary Award, the FPA President's Book Award Gold Medal, Reader's Favorite Award Gold Medal, and the Reviewer's Choice Award.

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