“I’ll help.” Harlow sprang into action. She melted butter in a pan before cracking the eggs and attempting to master the art of “sunny side up.” Failing miserably, she gave up and ended up scrambling them.
“I hope you don’t mind scrambled eggs.” She showed her father the pan’s contents. “At least I didn’t burn them.”
“They look perfect to me.” David grabbed a couple of clean plates and filled both while Harlow poured juice and set the table.
“What’s on the agenda for today?”
“Morgan and Brett Easton will be here around ten thirty to meet and go over the final blueprints for the reconstruction project.”
“You’re right. I almost forgot.”
“They’re flying in on a private jet. Chester and Tristan will be with them,” he reminded her.
“Did you hear that?” She fed the pup some of her eggs. “Chester is coming for a visit. You’ll like him, Mort.”
“Are you hanging around?”
“Absolutely, I want to meet Tristan. I would also like to get a feel for how the project is progressing. I need to spend some time practicing my lines. The Mackies and I are meeting at Lighthouse Lane early afternoon to check out the progress.”
“Have you seen your Aunt Birdie since you got back?”
“No. She wasn’t home when Mort and I went for our walk yesterday.”
“I’m sure you’ll run into her sooner or later.”
A rustling ensued, coming from the direction of the front door. Mort scrambled to his feet and took off.
“Sooner it is. She said she was stopping by to drop off the mail.”
Harlow’s Aunt Birdie breezed into the dining room. “Harlow, my dear. Welcome home.”
“Thanks.” Harlow hopped out of her chair and hugged her aunt. “Mort and I stopped by to see you yesterday but you were gone.”
“I had some errands to run on the mainland. Are you home for a while?”
“A month and then I’m heading to Pittsburgh to start filming.”
“Good for you. I heard Cheyenne is invading your territory.”
Harlow rolled her eyes. “She cornered me at the Corner Grocery last night, bragging about her Hollywood career taking off.”
“Would you like some breakfast?” David shoved his chair back. “We have plenty.”
“I don’t want to impose.”
“Since when?” he teased.
“Good point. I’ll fix my own plate.” Aunt Birdie draped her jacket on a barstool and filled a plate before taking an empty chair next to her niece. “So it’s true?”
“About Cheyenne?” Harlow asked.
“Mmm. Hmm.”
“According to Steven, one of the top directors, she filmed a commercial but it hasn’t been released.”
“Because…”
“It hasn’t been approved. There could be a problem. I mean, some of them sail right through while others get flagged for issues.”
