you, honey. That would be a help.” She opened a cabinet door and removed a set of porcelain bowls. “You know where to find the utensils.”
“Breakfast for four?” Pulling out a drawer, AnnaBeth tried for a nonchalance she didn’t feel. “Where is everyone?”
“Jonas is in the barn. And Hunter is getting in his roping practice on the terrace.”
She stopped counting spoons. “Roping?”
Deirdre ladled the steaming oatmeal into a bowl. “At last year’s championship, he won second place in his age division. He’s determined to win first place in March.”
She nudged the drawer shut with her hip. “There’s a roping championship for four-year-olds?”
Deirdre set the bowl of oatmeal on the red-checked place mat. “There sure is.”
After placing the spoons at each place setting, she began folding the napkins like Victoria had taught her. “He’ll win a trophy, I guess?”
Deirdre returned to the table with another bowl. “Not a trophy. A silver rodeo belt buckle.”
“For real?”
“Rodeo buckles mean bragging rights, even for a four-year-old.” Deirdre transferred a container of blueberries into a pottery bowl. “Hunter is simply following in his dad’s footsteps.”
“I didn’t realize Jonas was a rodeo champion.”
She handed AnnaBeth the bowl to put on the table. “Not in roping, but before Hunter was born Jonas spent a few years on the rodeo circuit as a bronc buster.”
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