The early morning sun slanted across the countryside, pushing back the cool shadows of night. In the kitchen of her little farmhouse, Aunt Mary was busy getting breakfast, and the kitchen smelled incredible, with the aroma of fresh coffee and baking bread. Aunt Mary put a dish of preserves on the table and went back to the sink. She heard the sound of a screen door closing, carrying clearly on the quiet morning air, and realized it would be Lefty.