Chapter 3

Tony set the enchiladas on the counter and grabbed the iced tea from the fridge, filling Chris’ mug along with his own. He downed his tea as he used one hand to wrestle an enchilada free from the container and onto a plate. He set the mug in the sink and wolfed down the cold enchilada in about three bites.

“Gotta go teach a surf lesson, but tell Mari I’ll be back in time to hit up the craft store. And tell Anna I said hey.”

“Will do.” Chris watched as Tony toed on a pair of flip flops and left through the kitchen door. She heard his ancient pickup truck roar to life. It was still crunching its way down the stone driveway when their oldest sibling appeared in the kitchen doorway.