Chapter 7

“Oops, sorry, Josh. They’re huge, and taste so good with butter and honey on them. Want to try one?”

“Sounds kind of messy for someone like me to manage out in public.”

“You just sit right there, and I’ll feed it to you,” he said.

I heard noises, probably from a knife and fork being used to cut something up. “Open wide,” he said.

I opened my mouth and a warm piece of biscuit, laden with butter and dripping with honey, was placed on my tongue. “God, that’s good,” I said a moment later.

“You got that right,” Norm said.

“Let me try,” I said.

“Why?” Zeke said. “I liked feeding you.”

“Because he’s as stubborn as a mule and independent as well,” Norm said.

“The plate is just to the left of your left hand,” Zeke said.

Using a fork, I identified the pieces of biscuit that he’d created and successfully speared one. Later, as I was eating my coleslaw, Zeb said, “Josh, you eat just like anybody else—I’m amazed.”