A disapproving look flashed from Sandy to her husband, who cleared his throat. “Well, let’s take our seats. Who’s hungry?”
CHAPTER 14
Dinner was even more delicious than it had smelled. Kennedy, who had unintentionally fallen into a mostly vegetarian diet since arriving at Harvard, had to admit she’d eat a lot more meat in the student union if it were as juicy and savory as this. She wondered how many servings Reuben would devour if he were here. Maybe she should have invited him over. Carl and Sandy wouldn’t mind.
For a while, the only sounds in the dining room were the scrapings of silverware on Sandy’s floral-patterned dishes and Carl’s loud chewing and smacking noises. It was the quietest meal Kennedy could remember sharing with the Lindgrens. Sandy diligently kept all the plates at
