J acob tended to his chores after a quick breakfast of bread and jam. Mrs. Sommers had told him about the telegrams from Moe and Mr. Matthews stating that they’d both be returning late.
Jacob was disappointed. He missed the kind elderly gentleman.
“Sorry about the cold breakfast” Mrs. Sommers had apologized. “Other than boiling water for tea I’m not permitted to cook anything for you Jacob house rules. Moe doesn’t allow anyone to use this kitchen.”
“Why not?”
“Just something about dietary restrictions. It would cost me my job if I so much as cooked an egg. Mr. Matthews made that clear when he hired me.”
