He squinted at her squirming. Was it worth laying in enough to make her shake like an overladen branch?

Zechariah stepped forward.

Nah. Not over lights.

“Tea, please.” He hit the light switch as he crossed the threshold of one room to the next. “Black.”

What? It hardly counted if he could not see it … but he smiled nonetheless.

Rose stepped back. Her back hit the wall.

"Yes ser," she breathed as part of a sigh of relief. Then she scampered to make Mr. Meijer his tea.