Buoy In A Stormy Ocean

She took a cup of coffee and moved to sit at the kitchen table where Bram was putting eggs and bacon into his mouth with gusto.

“Do you breathe when you eat?” she questioned with disgust on her face as he used his fork like a shovel.

“Through my nose,” he didn’t even look up. “Where is Precious?”

“Church. Royal took her to church with his parents.”

He made a face, “when we move in here are we going to have to go to church?”

She lifted her eyebrows at his question, looking at him over the rim of her coffee cup. “Excuse me?”

“I mean I’ll go Easter and Christmas because Mom would have insisted but I don’t want to go every week.”

“Bram,” she sighed at his comment.

“Come on Famke.” He grunted at her, “you can’t leave her.”

“I can’t?”

“No.” He shook his head as he reached for his orange juice.

“I’m not her mother,” she said quietly.

“The hell you’re not.” Bram’s brown eyes flitted to hers with irritation.

“You’re angry,” she observed him cautiously as he set his fork down and took a deep bre