At Derby House, Mary broke her bread into small pieces and moved the bits around her plate.
“You’ll never finish breakfast if you don’t actually eat it,” young Richard observed with a grin.
“Does that mean if I don’t eat breakfast, I can stop this supper party?” she said miserably, forcing a half smile. Her brother only shook his head, pouring milk into a beaker before him.
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