Hank spoke up, “That would be really sweet, Toots. Can you do us some bacon and eggs?”
Ollie eyed him, and Hank could see the question on his face: Toots? Really?But Hank thought giving the girl a nickname might make her feel more a part of things. He could practically count on two hands the number of words she had spoken since coming to them, including the ones this morning.
“Sure. Toast? Coffee? Potatoes?”
“Yes, yes, and yes,” Hank said. “Just scramble ‘em up; it’s easier.”
Rose nodded and rushed back inside as if they had been holding her out on the porch against her will.
Ollie turned to Hank. “I’m just glad we don’t have to take her out on calls. I think she’d die of fright.”
Hank nodded. “I’ve seen girls like her before, on the street. I hate to say it, but I’m guessing something very bad happened to her at some point.”