M oe’s eyes popped open at the sound of loud thunder. Disoriented for a moment by the darkness he looked at the clock on the mantel and was surprised to see that it was just half past three. His eyes moved to the window and he watched the rain fall. He’d have to push off his visit with his niece and nephew with whom he shared the large property. He’d been looking forward to a nice long chat but would wait until the rain let up before walking over to the house on the front grounds.
He groaned as he stood and rubbed his stiff neck. Sleeping on a rocking chair hadn’t been a good idea. After setting a kettle on the stovetop he washed his hands and face changed into a clean starched shirt then looked in the mirror. Back at the Matthews’ residence there was no mirror in his room. When he noticed how white his beard and hair had become he chuckled. Maybe it was better not to have a mirror. Seeing his reflection made him feel his age.
Thinking about the Matthews’ place made him think of Jacob. He hoped he’d be warm enough in the bunkhouse. It got pretty cold on stormy nights like this. Then he dismissed the thought. Mrs. Sommers was sure to look after Jacob’s needs.
The kettle whistled and Moe prepared a cup of tea. He sipped it slowly while the rain continued to pour outside.
