Chapter 6 - The Caramel Apple Pancakes

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“I’m making caramel apple pancakes for breakfast if you can hang on a bit.” Jay Jordan pulled ingredients from the cupboard, setting them on the counter.

“Can’t. Gotta go.” Zach responded through a mouthful of granola bar.

“What’s the hurry? Did you get a job and not tell me? I was thinking maybe it was time for you to start earning a living anyway.” Jay joked.

“It’s a girl.” Binny stood in the doorway wearing pajama pants and a tank top and rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

Zach shot Binny a look.

Jay raised his eyebrows. “Oh?”

“As usual, Binny doesn’t know what she’s talking about and is sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong.” Zach spoke to his father, but didn’t take his eyes off his sister.

“Is she wrong or nosy?” Jay joked. But after seeing the expression on Zach’s face he decided to change the subject. After some mental calculation, Jay asked, “Did you fold your laundry like I asked?”

“Yes.”

“What about taking out the garbage cans?”

“I’ll do it on my way out.”

“And wasn’t today the day you were going to help me clean out the shed?”

Zach was getting more and more frustrated. Having this scene unfold in front of Binny didn’t help. “Can we do that one later? Please?”

Jay had exhausted his list of tasks for Zach. “Yeah. OK. But right after lunch, alright?”

Jay heard another affirmative grunt as Zach barely made his escape out the back door.

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“I need you to take this very seriously Ollie. This is my workplace.” Samantha Trace was walking the curving paths of the Luce Laboratories campus making her way with her son to the greenhouse complex that sat next to the records room with its signature curved roof.

“I am taking it seriously.” Ollie whined.

“I’m out of options for art camps. The only camps left I could find with availability are for tennis and canoeing.” Dr. Trace let the implications hang in the air.

Ollie shuddered. “I promise. I’ll behave.”

Dr. Trace held the door of the greenhouse open for her son as he went through clutching his sketchbook in one hand and a bag lunch in the other.

“Young Master Trace.” The old man with the white beard from the day before was waiting for them with an expansive smile on his face.

“I promise it won’t be for long – ” Dr. Trace began.

“Oh shoo. We’ll be fine. You’re doing me a favor. I never get company in here. It will be nice to have a young apprentice for the summer.

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“PopPop, Where’s Mom and Dad?” Gabe asked expectantly.

“Already off to work at the restaurant I believe.” Gabe’s grandfather said from behind his newspaper.

“What about breakfast?” Gabe whined.

“I made you a bowl of cereal. Here. Eat.” Zoe said as she directed her brother to the dish in which she was currently pouring milk.

Gabe made a face but sat down to eat. 

Zoe sat down to eat her own cereal as well.

“PopPop, why don’t you ever make us breakfast?” Gabe asked between mouthfuls of cereal, a little milk dribbling at the corner of his mouth.

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