Chapter 19

Norrie must have taken compassion on him because she broke the silence by getting to her feet, saying, “I’d better check the turkey. It should be almost ready. Grace, Bill, I could use your help. There’s potatoes that have to be mashed, and we need gravy, and the veggies won’t get into the bowls by themselves.”

She bustled into the kitchen, closely followed by Bill and Grace. Rich grinned, saying, “I guess I escaped helping her,” only to have her call out, “Rich, I need a hand carving the turkey.” He laughed. “Or not,” and left the room.

“Is there something we should be doing, too?” Trey asked Marty.

Marty grinned. “Yes, being quiet so she doesn’t remember she didn’t recruit us, as well.”

“I wouldn’t mind helping. I like her. I like all your family. I’m glad you kidnapped me and brought me here.”

“I think you did the ‘bringing’ since you drove.”

“Don’t be pedantic,” Trey muttered.