Chapter 49: Pancakes

Shasta woke up early the following morning. While Blake snored softly, she tiptoed out of bed, pulled on her pink satin robe, and padded out to the refrigerator. She’d hidden her treasures in the crisper, hoping Blake wouldn’t look there.

Giggling softly to herself, she took out the container of blueberries she’d picked at Winchester the day before. They’d been amazingly easy to find—they’d been there the first day she’d visited the point, she just hadn’t recognized them before they were ripe.

Who knew that blueberries grew on squatty little scrubby bushes? She shrugged, mystified by the oddities of nature.

From the pantry, she took out a box of pancake mix, retrieved the milk and eggs from the refrigerator, and using a large glass bowl she’d seen Blake use, she followed the directions on the back of the box to make thick, white batter.