Tatum placed two plates of breakfast on the dining table, then walked over to Elora, who was still absorbed in the newspaper. "Miss, breakfast is ready," he said politely.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," came Alonzo's voice from the stairs.

Elora glanced up just in time to see him sprinting down the stairs, dragging his small schoolbag behind him. "Alonzo!" she called sharply.

He froze mid-step, immediately straightened up, and slung his schoolbag onto his back. Then, with exaggerated care, he walked down the stairs one step at a time, trying not to draw any further scolding from his sister. It was clear the two little brothers shared similar mischievous streaks.

"Good morning, Sister. Good morning, Brother Tatum," Alonzo greeted respectfully once he reached the dining area.

Elora gave him a stern look. "If I catch you running down the stairs like that again, I'll punish you. No food made by Tatum for an entire week."

Alonzo's eyes widened. "Sister, a week is way too long!" he protested instinctively.

That must mean you don't want

trying to save time, that's all. But

humor. For a moment, Alonzo straightened up and looked serious. But then he stuck out

siding with him was a clever move. If he ever got

you something: I'm on your sister's side. If you're banking on me pleading for you, it'd be better to just fix those bad habits now." Alonzo peeked out from behind him, clearly unsure if

you off this time, but if

glanced up at Tatum for

follow her orders. You're lucky you even get to eat the food I make, and that's only because she allows it. For your

Tatum, you're

"If you keep chatting here, don't come crying to

the words left her mouth,

her head. "That kid is getting naughtier

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