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The
fourth
Sunday
she
did
n't
bother
dressing
up
,
just
padded
around
the
kitchen
bare-footed
in
shorts
and
vest
,
getting
a
hot
breakfast
for
Luddie
and
Anne
,
who
enjoyed
this
incongruity
once
a
week
.
At
the
sound
of
footsteps
on
the
back
stairs
she
turned
from
bacon
sizzling
in
the
pan
;
for
a
moment
she
simply
stared
at
the
big
,
hairy
fellow
in
the
doorway
.
Luke
?
Was
this
Luke
?
He
seemed
made
of
rock
,
inhuman
.
But
the
effigy
crossed
the
kitchen
,
gave
her
a
smacking
kiss
and
sat
down
at
the
table
.
She
broke
eggs
into
the
pan
and
put
on
more
bacon
.
Anne
Mueller
came
in
,
smiled
civilly
and
inwardly
fumed
at
him
.
Wretched
man
,
what
was
he
about
,
to
leave
his
new
wife
neglected
for
so
long
?
"
I
'm
glad
to
see
you
've
remembered
you
have
a
wife
,
"
she
said
.
"
Come
out
onto
the
veranda
,
sit
with
Luddie
and
me
and
we
'll
all
have
breakfast
.
Luke
,
help
Meggie
carry
the
bacon
and
eggs
.
I
can
manage
the
toast
rack
in
my
teeth
.
"
Ludwig
Mueller
was
Australian-born
,
but
his
German
heritage
was
clearly
on
him
:
the
beefy
red
complexion
not
able
to
cope
with
beer
and
sun
combined
,
the
square
grey
head
,
the
pale-blue
Baltic
eyes
.
He
and
his
wife
liked
Meggie
very
much
,
and
counted
themselves
fortunate
to
have
acquired
her
services
.
Especially
was
Luddie
grateful
,
seeing
how
much
happier
Anne
was
since
that
goldy
head
had
been
glowing
around
the
house
.
"
How
's
the
cutting
,
Luke
?
"
he
asked
,
shoveling
eggs
and
bacon
onto
his
plate
.
"
If
I
said
I
liked
it
,
would
you
believe
me
?
"
Luke
laughed
,
heaping
his
own
plate
.
Luddie
's
shrewd
eyes
rested
on
the
handsome
face
,
and
he
nodded
.
"
Oh
,
yes
.
You
've
got
the
right
sort
of
temperament
and
the
right
sort
of
body
,
I
think
.
It
makes
you
feel
better
than
other
men
,
superior
to
them
.
"
Caught
in
his
heritage
of
cane
fields
,
far
from
academia
and
with
no
chance
of
exchanging
one
for
the
other
,
Luddie
was
an
ardent
student
of
human
nature
;
he
read
great
fat
tomes
bound
in
Morocco
leather
with
names
on
their
spines
like
Freud
and
Jung
,
Huxley
and
Russell
.
"
I
was
beginning
to
think
you
were
never
going
to
come
and
see
Meggie
,
"
Anne
said
,
spreading
ghee
on
her
toast
with
a
brush
;
it
was
the
only
way
they
could
have
butter
up
here
,
but
it
was
better
than
none
.
"
Well
,
Arne
and
I
decided
to
work
on
Sundays
for
a
while
.
Tomorrow
we
're
off
to
Ingham
.
"
"
Which
means
poor
Meggie
wo
n't
see
you
too
often
.
"
