Chapter 7: GirlHe was in the kitchen trying to make his own breakfast—it was Sunday and he’d told Sally to please not come in, he could manage perfectly well by himself. He was cracking eggs awkwardly into the hot frying pan, hoping it was heavy enough not to move as he couldn’t really manage to steady it with his gimpy hand.
The dogs were curled up by the Rayburn after going out to explore in the hard frost that had come down in the night. The temperature had dropped again suddenly over the last day or two after looking like spring might be on its way in. The March days were getting longer and the beech trees up the valley were taking on the glow of rising sap as he looked at them out of his bedroom window in the morning. The sun came up over the hill behind the house and touched the woo
