The Delivery || TheWardensDaughter
The next morning Dolly had woken up Danielle and headed downstairs where Walker was sitting dressed in his suit sans jacket, gloves, and tie. He was sipping hot coffee and reading a newspaper.Â
Dolly kissed her dad on the cheek and got to work making pancakes. âWhat kind of pancakes do you like? Plain, blueberry, chocolate chip?â She looked at Danielle with a smile and a halo of bed head, pulling down a hotcake pan from a rack.
Danielle yawned, still not fully awake as she surveyed the kitchen. She felt slightly nervous this morning, as if she really wasn't supposed to be here. But so long as Dolly liked her, the Warden wasn't likely to do anything. "Uh... doesn't matter. Blueberry, I suppose. Or whatever you're having."Â















