and makeup. I plan to teach them how to use the pottery wheel this visit,â Kate said.
âEmily will love that. Sheâs always had a keen interest in your work,â Don said. âSara, on the other hand, Iâd be careful. Sheâs going through somewhat of a clumsy stage right now. Make sure nothing valuable is in her path.â
âAre you talking about me, Daddy?â Sara whined from the doorway. âYou know I hate it when you do that.â Sara trudged across the kitchen and plopped down on her fatherâs lap. Kate thought she was too big for that but kept the thought to herself.
âAre we having breakfast?â Sara asked of no one.
âIâm making blueberry pancakes and bacon. Howâs that?â Kate announced.
âGoody! I love pancakes. Can I have six extra-big ones and six pieces of bacon? And make the bacon very crisp the way Mommy does,â Sara said matter-of-factly.
Don added with a smile, âDebbie burns the bacon.â
Sara crossed her arms over her hefty middle. âShe does not! I like it that way. She cooks anything I want just the way I want it, too!â Sara glared at Kate as if daring her to contradict her.
âWell, then if you want your bacon well-done, thatâs exactly how Iâll make it.â Kate winked at Don and Alex. âSara, why donât you run upstairs and see if Emily wants to have breakfast with the rest of us.â
âDo I have to? I hate her. Sheâs such a bitâ, I mean brat. She wonât let me look at her diary anymore. Mommy says itâs âcause sheâs hiding something.â
âSara, donât call your sister names, and you should be ashamed for snooping. Youâre old enough to value Emilyâs privacy, and so is your mother. Now run upstairs and tell Emily itâs time for breakfast,â Don ordered. âAnd leave your mother alone. Sheâll want to sleep in, Iâm sure.â
Reluctantly, Sara slid off her fatherâs lap and headed for the stairs. Once she was out of earshot, Don spoke in low tones. âWeâve been having some problems with Sara. I think sheâs jealous of Emily, being older and all. Emily does get to do a lot more than Sara. If she gives you any problems, donât let her have dessert. Thatâs the worst punishment she gets.â
Alex and Kate looked at each other. Kate spoke first. âI doubt weâll have trouble with her. Sheâs always been so sweet. Twelve is a tough age. Not a little girl, but not a young woman either.â
âWell, letâs just hope she doesnât act up. Iâve had enough of her tantrums,â Don said.
Kate placed a hand on Donâs shoulder. âSheâll be fine. You and Debbie enjoy the cruise and let us enjoy the girls. This might be the last time theyâll want to spend their spring break with us. Theyâre growing up so fast.â
Half an hour later, full of pancakes and bacon, Alex excused himself to tend the kennels.
âI thought you hired someone to help out,â Don stated.
âGertie. Sheâs the best thing that ever happened to me. Well, except for Kate.â Alex winked at Kate as she filled the dishwasher. âHer brother, Reece Wilkes, has been my attorney for the past eight years. Heâs very well-known around Asheville. He recommended her one day when he came for a visit. Little did I know sheâd worked for Kateâs parents years ago. Gertie never had any kids of her own, so sheâs devoted her life to the care of animals. I donât know how I ever ran the kennel without her.â
âApparently youâve managed to make a living playing with dogs,â Don said flatly.
Kate closed the door to the dishwasher a bit too hard. She turned around to face Don. âAnd has done a damned good job.â Don was always quick to make snide comments about Alexâs chosen profession. Her mother and father had once