Disclamer: Not me.

Breakfast

Johnny Tremain hated breakfast.

It wasn't the food. Cilla always cooked well, and he loved sausage.

It wasn't how early. He was always up earlier than anyone else in the first place.

But the Lord in heaven and the Devil in hell, he hated breakfast. Cilla always said she knew exactly why and smirked at him whenever he scowled in the morning, but Johnny didn't want to think about why. Just the mention of breakfast brought a glower to his face.

In the Tremain household before noon, there wasn't a single Bible in sight.

And don't even start on Leviticus.