Chapter 16
We were all quiet, lost in our thoughts.
I broke in as gently as I could. “Do you remember the set your father carved with Faye?”
She shook her head and blew out a breath. “You know, I don’t have the foggiest idea. I don’t actually know that I ever saw it or, if I had, I don’t remember it. There wasn’t much call for carving in our house when we were growing up. We always went out to Granddaddy’s farm for the big holidays. We usually had our ham or our turkey out there and he did all the carving.”
“Your mom’s family?”
“Yes.”
“Do you remember what he carved with, then?”
“As I recall, a knife and fork set that he kept in a wooden box.”
“Could that set be what your mother had, that they gifted to her?”
“I don’t rightly know; possibly,” she shrugged. “My grandparents were a
