CHAPTER TWELVE
Emily’s high spirits remained all through the day and back when they were home at the inn. Suzanna dropped Chantelle back, and the little girl looked exhausted, but happy and flushed-cheeked.
“You need to brush your hair!” Emily commented, looking at the nest of knots the child’s blond hair had become.
They congregated in the dining room for dinner that night, sitting together around the small corner table reserved for the family. Paella was on tonight’s menu.
“Are you looking forward to going back to school tomorrow?” Daniel asked Chantelle as they ate.
She looked sad then, and shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t know. Miss Butler is way more grumpy than Miss Glass was. And I still don’t like being in the same class as Laverne.”
Emily’s heart went out to the girl. It seemed so
