“Cory told me you were coming by,” Ollie said when he opened the back door to let Mason into the kitchen. “Breakfast is ready.”
“Guess I’m really early if you two haven’t eaten yet.”
“We were waiting on you.”
Mason saw the table was set for three, but the third wasn’t in sight. “Where’s Cory?”
“Right here.” Cory appeared at the top of the stairs to the basement. “The first load’s in the washer,” he told Ollie.
“Gee, if I’d known you were doing laundry I’d have brought mine.” Mason grinned, giving Cory a hug and a kiss.
Ollie laughed, telling them the pancakes were ready. He set the platter on the table, Cory poured juice and coffee, and they sat down to eat.
“Did Cory tell you why I…” Mason started to say to Ollie after taking a couple of bites.
“Nope, and neither of you will until
