The Next Day
"You said you had something to discuss with us." Julian walked over to the kitchen cabinet and leaned against it.
"When are the new maids coming?" I asked him.
"11:00 a.m."
"They'll occupy the rooms on this floor?"
"Yeah."
"What about your brothers? Where are they?"
"Thatcher stepped out early this morning, but I believe Logan is still in his room."
"We'll discuss it over breakfast."
"What are you making? Can I help you?"
"Pancakes, nothing extraordinary. And no, I don't need your help."
"Oh."
"Yes."
"Wash your face and come down for breakfast; I'm almost done here. Call your brothers too."
"I will," he replied before turning and walking sluggishly out of the kitchen.
After making breakfast, I served it.
"Julian. Logan. Where are you? Breakfast is ready! Ask Thatcher to join us."
"Okay, coming," Logan replied.
"I'm on the phone with Thatcher," Julian also responded. "I'll be with you in a second."
"Okay!"