The night was uneventful. The men took turns going home to sleep. The women kept their shift rotations up. Tahnee returned home before dawn. Looking at the clock, she decided to sleep for a couple of hours before getting breakfast together for everyone.
Tahnee did not have to set an alarm clock. She never had. For many years, she had lived by her own instincts which never failed her. Just as the men were breaking off for rest, she was rising from bed. Breakfast was ready as the men walked in. Grey was tired but famished. Layford bit into the food and only remembered to acknowledge his mother after a few mouthfuls had been gulped down.
“Great, Mom. This tastes great.” He shoveled in another mouthful of pancakes. Tahnee smiled in response as syrup dripped down his chin.
“I’m assuming everything was fine.” Tahnee speared a piece of sausage and ate it while looking at her husband.