He walked to the door. Turning, he glanced at Tabitha.
"Me name's Sammy
Gibb by the way," he stated, almost proudly.
"I'm Tabitha Swanson," stated Tabitha.
Tabitha wasn't really called Swanson, but she felt it good and proper to answer with a last name, since the boy had told her his last name.
The boy smirked slightly.
"Well, see ya around, Tabitha. Have somewhat to eat, tis a grand brekky!" exclaimed Sammy
Gibb, opening the door.
He left without another word, shutting the door behind him. Tabitha glanced over at the trays that were upon the sunlit table. Sammy
had been considerate enough to not touch a single piece of food upon the other tray. When Tabitha noticed how empty the plate on the tray Sammy
had eaten out of, she saw naught even the slightest crumb left.
Feeling her stomach start to pine for something to eat, Tabitha pushed back the cover that was over her body. Dangling her legs over the edge of the bed, Tabitha set her feet down upon the wooden, polished floor. Amazingly, it felt warm, even though her feet were already warm from sleeping in the comfy bed.
(to be continued...)