Chapter 4Apparently, nobody sent an invitation for the barbecue to Mother Nature. Saturday woke to frigid winds and angry skies, dark with thick clouds that blocked out any hint of spring. Frank was tempted to go back to bed when he saw the uncooperative weather, but Olive was already up, bustling around in the kitchen with the two pies she’d prepared the night before.
“A little cold never stopped ‘em before,” she announced brightly.
Frank stood at the back door, shivering against the slight draft that came through the cracks. “What about rain?”
“Nope. Not that either.”
No, the firemen probably loved rain, for a lot of other reasons. But Frank had told Jay he’d go, so he went back to his room and bundled into two shirts and heavy jeans, and thanked the powers above that he still had hi
