Chapter 78

Wyatt

As Beau anticipated, coffee and breakfast were on the table when I got back. Bri was dragging and in her world. By the scent of her, her cycle had started. She had made oatmeal and flavored it with brown sugar and cinnamon. The boys trudged up the steps of the back porch chattering about building the hen house. They stopped staring at her back where she had already put her nose back in the book. I shook my head at them not to mention it. It was one thing to pass by girls and women at school and around town but living with a woman and becoming accustomed to all of her scents was a learning curve for them. I just hope they can be tactful.

"Eat up boys," she said, gesturing to the stove with her cup.

"What's on the agenda today?" I asked Bri, scraping the bottom of my bowl. She tucked a bit of paper into the page she was at.

"Chicken coop, project notes, and laundry, and when I say laundry I mean you are each taking a bag and filling it with whatever nasty nonsense you got hiding