Chapter 3
By the following morning the worst of the storm had passed and all that remained were the grey clouds and great puddles all over the ground outside. Robert was up first so by the time Jacob climbed out of bed breakfast was well and truly underway.
“Mmmm pancakes,” said Jacob, walking across the kitchen in an open bathrobe. “How are you this morning?” He kissed Robert on his bristly cheek.
“Much better now,” Robert replied, lifting the last of the pancakes from the pan to a nearby plate laden with pancakes.
“Good answer,” said Jacob, with a small laugh. “You still going into the surgery?”
Robert rolled up a maple syrup-covered pancake and pushed the whole thing into his mouth. “Yes,” he managed to say, nodding at the same time.
Jacob rolled his eyes. “Piggy.”
Robert swallow
