Hell was full of either coffee or dried bits of omelet.
Definitely both, I decided as I wiped up the spillover from the twentieth breakfast I’d served. These construction guys made a bigger mess than my niece Chloe did. Then again, Chloe was probably the world’s only three-year-old who ate with the table manners of the Queen of England . . . when she felt like it.
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