Chapter 74

“I saw that,” Brenda said.

Rory chuckled.

From the looks of Betsy’s protruding abdomen, it looked like she would pop out her baby any minute, although the night before Rory had been told Betsy had another couple months before her due date.

“Where’s Zane at anyway?” Betsy asked.

“Looking at used trucks with your father,” Brenda said.

Betsy rolled her eyes and sank into the chair recently vacated by her mother. Stealing a link sausage from his plate, she chewed then said, “You’re a quiet one.”

“Good thing, given that you’re such a chatterbox,” Brenda said, setting a cup of what looked like herbal tea in front of her daughter.

Betsy snorted then ate the rest of the sausage, washing it down with a gulp of tea. “And you don’t eat much either.”

“Your mom gave me a big plate, more than I could eat,” Rory said, smiling broadly at the woman’s exuberance.

“You’re a guest in my home,” Brenda said simply.

“And what I had was delicious, just too much.”