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‘They’re driving down from The Big Smoke on Monday morning, so they’ll be here when you get home from school. Saffron can take them over to Green Mountain when she goes to see Magic.’
Saffron awoke on Sunday morning to the sound of rain beating on the corrugated-iron roof of the old house. ‘Damn it,’ she muttered. ‘Why does it always have to rain on the weekend? Mobo won’t want to come home with me if it stays this wet.’
Pikelets were the special Sunday breakfast treat. The table was set with an assortment of toppings. The adults liked theirs with plain melted butter, or a sprinkle of sugar and lemon juice. Charles and Saffron ate them by the dozen, first with jam, then maple syrup and melted butter. Tom cooked pan after pan of fresh, fluffy, golden pikelets till the whole family was totally stuffed.
‘How will I ever manage to walk to the paddock when I’m so full?' Saffron asked them all.
‘Just don’t puke them all up, it’s a waste of good food,’ said Charles.
‘If I did I’d chuck all over you, Chuckie!’
Angie intervened. ‘Stop being so revolting, you two.
I hope you’re not intending to ride in this weather, dear. Just take Magic some breakfast and come home. I’ve got lots ofwork to catch up on.
I’ll be in my office if anyone needs to find me.’