Chapter 16

Henry had hurried up to the glass-covered food case and was bent over looking into it. He stood abruptly and pulled out his cell phone. As he talked, he glanced at me. Then he nodded. After he’d finished the conversation, he pocketed the phone and walked back to our table.

“They’ve got blueberry scones today. My dad’s on his way over to meet us. He doesn’t sound happy.”

Henry was being what I was starting to consider typically Henry—unflappable and confident. I appreciated it since I dealt with so many teens who were filled with angst or self-disgust. I’d take effervescent calm any day.

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Christopher joined us for a cup of coffee. He needed to talk to Henry about the house, so we decided Henry would leave with his dad. I reminded them that they could stay at the farmhouse for as long as they needed. I didn’t push the invitation, but in my heart, I hoped they’d take me up on the offer.