“No mom, I don’t want to go give Mr. Clayton coffee, I’ll just give daddy his coffee and why can’t Theo or Vincent do it?” You say while pouting and nervously fidgeting with your hands and kicking your legs, you look over at the counter where the tray had both your dad’s and Mr. Clayton’s breakfast and coffee “Oh Lucinda would you stop that?!—You know, Mr Clayton isn’t a monster” You shake your shoulder length curly, blonde hair “I wouldn’t wanna be caught dead with him-“ Your mom gasp “How dare you young lady?! Have you not learned anything from the Bible?!” Your mom whisper yells at you hoping your dad who is talking to Mr. Clayton outside near the front porch doesn’t hear you guys’s conversation. You sigh and get up to grab the tray of food. The scent of their cigars hits your face as you open the door in comes the wind from outside to inside, your brothers Vincent and Theo are out sitting underneath the Willow tree eating apples while your dad and Mr. Clayton talk.