Friday dawned with grey clouds overhead, and a smoky haze filled the air. Outside the pavilion, a light drizzle fell. Anna awoke in a sitting position leaning against Angus, whose eyes blinked open as she shifted slightly.
Good morning, beautiful, he murmured sleepily.
Shh, go back to sleep. It was a rough night. I need to go find the facilities, then Ill see about making sure all the guests get breakfast.
After a quick trip to the ladies room, Anna headed to the tables where trays of eggs, bacon, sausage, and biscuits were being set out over cans of Sterno. Her father was already there, a cup of coffee in hand.
Good morning, little girl, he smiled.
Hi, Daddy. Have you heard from Momma yet?