Breakfast

One who I found out had a making of a blonde mustache, spoke up! “Not sure what kind of guys you're used to being with but some of us have been taught manners when it comes to being around a female!”

I felt so foolish from the reprimand that I walked between them to the main house. Up to the front door we went only stopping a respectful distance so the one with a light blue checkered shirt on could knock on the door.

From inside, “It’s unlocked, come on through to the dining room!”

So, in they took me into a quaint house that looked like something from back home to me. There was paper on the walls, a rug on most floors and of course drapes on all the windows. The pair walked me into the dining room then at a wave of his left hand from Mr. Macdonald, took one of the six chairs around the dining room table.

“So young lady, what do we call you?

“Dor... Dorothy Ber...!”

“No Dorothy, I don’t need nor want a last name.” Then took a sip from a cup in front of him. “That’s something friends learn about people!” Then he took a bite of what looked like a pancake. Pointing to the one with the blonde mustache, “He’s Carson! The other one is his twin brother Tucker, don’t ask about their names.” Another sip from the cup. And you can call me Abner.” Then I was motioned to take a seat.

I took the immediate seat across from the twins and had a plate of toast and Mr. Macdonald filled my cup with what I could only guess was coffee. In the middle of the table between us were a sugar bowl and a pitcher of what looked like milk.

“Fix your coffee, I was never good at doing that for anyone besides myself!”

Now normally I’ve never even tried coffee before, my aunt and uncle saying that only god fearing people could handle the devil magic that coffee gave normal humans. But considering I had no idea what was expected of me nor how I could get away before something happened, I put a teaspoon of sugar and a few drops of milk into my cup and stirred it together.

I brought it to my lips and hesitated to sip it. But when the liquid touched my lips and entered my mouth I was more than willing to drink it. I was about to try a bite of toast when my lower jaw was cupped by Mr. Macdonald. “You’re a pretty little thing aren’t you Dorothy?”

Before I could reply he continued, “So the boys tell me they found you in the field by the diner with no clothes on!” Then he turned me red , “I can just imagine how the pigs there made you pay for a meal!”

He released my jaw, “Well you can rest assure that the three of us doesn’t have any plans of grandeur with your body, unlike the fucking pigs at the diner!”

I believed him as the four of us ate. Then “Carson, it’s your turn to wash up, Tucker have you collected the eggs from the coop?”

Then Mr. Macdonald turned his attention to me. “So that just leaves you, Dorothy, what am I going to make you do?”