#Chapter58
Willow
I could tell that Jax still had a lot of emotions to sift through, aside from the fact that he probably had a million details to organize before our departure tomorrow, as well. I knew he would talk to me if he needed to, and that was enough for my wolf to allow me to get busy with the preparations for dinner.
I whizzed around the kitchen, feeling in touch with my mother as I used our family recipe to make the lattice topped apple pie and fried the chicken in Crisco concurrently on the stovetop.
I had also made some baked macaroni and roasted asparagus to go along with our meal, but it all came down to a waiting game as soon as I pulled the last piece of crispy chicken from the blistering pan of grease.
Following, I peeked into the oven to observe the development of the confection, noticing with relief the lightly browned edges that signified that it was almost ready.