CHAPTER 13
“Have another helping.” Connie heaped more stew into Jillian’s bowl. “We certainly don’t want you going hungry. Not when you’re eating for two.”
Uncle Dennis had already retreated into his den to read his newspaper. It was only her aunt and her grandmother with her at the table. She’d known both women since she was a baby, so why did she feel so awkward?
Grandma Lucy didn’t have much to say. Apparently, she’d used up her quota of words preaching at all the members of Orchard Grove Bible Church. Didn’t she know how rude it was to take up everyone’s time, make them all late …
Thank God for crockpot meals. Jillian didn’t think she could have waited even ten more minutes before getting something into her system. She’d spent nearly the entire first trimester queasy. Now, her body
