Caleb's Story
“I could smell coffee. John’s room was empty. The bed was made, his small carrying pack by the window. I looked into Cassie’s room and she was still asleep, one arm thrown back, her hair in a tangle.
Downstairs the coffeepot was hot to the touch. Through the window I could see John gathering wood from the shed. Nick watched and Lottie leaped through the drifts and barked. John tossed a small piece of wood and Nick picked it up. They began walking back to the house.
“Caleb? Did you make this coff...ee?”
Sarah was in her robe, a cup in her hand. I shook my head.
“It must have been John,” I said.
The door opened and John came in with the dogs.
“This is wonderful coffee,” said Sarah.
John nodded. “I’ve had years of coffee making,” he said, dumping wood into the bin.
“That’s Caleb’s job, bringing in wood,” said Sarah.
“Caleb took care of my horse yesterday,” said John.
He sat down suddenly, his face pale.
Sarah looked alarmed. “Are you sure you’re well enough for this?”MoreLess
Downstairs the coffeepot was hot to the touch. Through the window I could see John gathering wood from the shed. Nick watched and Lottie leaped through the drifts and barked. John tossed a small piece of wood and Nick picked it up. They began walking back to the house.
“Caleb? Did you make this coff...ee?”
Sarah was in her robe, a cup in her hand. I shook my head.
“It must have been John,” I said.
The door opened and John came in with the dogs.
“This is wonderful coffee,” said Sarah.
John nodded. “I’ve had years of coffee making,” he said, dumping wood into the bin.
“That’s Caleb’s job, bringing in wood,” said Sarah.
“Caleb took care of my horse yesterday,” said John.
He sat down suddenly, his face pale.
Sarah looked alarmed. “Are you sure you’re well enough for this?”MoreLess
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