‘Morning.’ Barb smiled. ‘How did you sleep?’
‘Very well,’ Naomi said. ‘In fact, I overslept.’
‘You’re not the only one,’ Barb said, and she glanced over at Abe, who didn’t look up. ‘You got a pizza in the night, I see. You could have called me for something to eat if you were hungry. Come and sit down and have some breakfast...’ And then she must have remembered that Naomi was actually a guest. ‘Or take a seat in the dining room and—’
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