Chapter 20

Viviane pursed her lips while she scraped a heaping pile of scrambled eggs next to the sausage on the plate that she’d set in front of her husband.

“I don’t know,” Arthur reluctantly said as he leaned back in his chair to avoid having his body hinder his wife’s serving progress, “I hate to accuse the girl.”

“I could tell by her breathing that she was awake,” Viviane said.  “Her shoulder was showing from beneath the covers.  It was bare.  It’s time we say something.”

“I think she’s the one taking our livestock and not the fox,” he mused. 

“It would explain why your traps aren’t working,” she replied.

Pounding his fist on the table so hard that his plate jumped and bits of scrambled eggs danced about on it, Arthur spat, “I hate this!”

“I was hoping it would skip us,” Viviane said.

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