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“I thought you British ate small breakfasts.”  Hungry as he was, Ed wasn’t sure if he could finish the heaping plate full of eggs, bacon, sausage, some type of hash brown or potato cake and other assorted food-stuff.  He looked closely at one of the objects.  Tomatoes?  For breakfast?  And mushrooms?  He wasn’t sure about the black thing.

“Now where on Earth did you ever get that idea?  Every good day begins with a good breakfast.  Eat up.  It looks like you haven’t had a proper meal in days.”

Ed shrugged and started in on the huge meal.  He had to admit that it was very good.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Pulman, that we haven’t been properly introduced,” the woman said.  “I’m Elisabeth Smyth, but you can call me Liza.  And before you ask, yes, the good Dr. Smyth was my Bob’s younger brother.  Marv has been keeping an eye on me since I lost poor Bob.  Not that he needs to.  Sometimes I feel Marv needs more looking after than I do, but what do I know?”

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