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"So yer up and about," Mrs Chester declared, cos had somethin' ta do with it, eh dearie?"

"As a matter of fact, he did He slept under my bed," I said and she cackled "What is that?" I asked, looking at what she was preparing for breakfast

"Black puddin'," she said When I continued to squint, she added, "spiced blood sausage"

"Ugh," I muttered She tilted her head

"Mr Endfield enjoys a full English breakfast on Tuesdays, thank you We'll be serving fried eggs, fried tomatoes, and toast and marmalade as well Slice up theers, can't ya?"

"Of course," I said and began I noticed she watched me out of the corner of her eyes

"Ya handle that knife right well," she commented

"I cooked a lot for my family"

She nodded I gazed at the marmalade

"Go on Ya can taste it," she said and I did She laughed at the face I ht fond of that"

"Does anyone eat cold cereal?" I asked

"Cold cereal?" She thought a e every Thursday, but not cold"

"Every Thursday? Is everything organized by the day here, even what they eat?"

"That it is," she said

Mary Margaret returned Mrs Chester looked at her a e from the expression on her face, and then she nodded toward the dining room