Chapter Eleven
Nora
“What do you need?” I called from the pantry.
I peered through the doorway of the pantry into the kitchen with a box of crackers in one hand. Daphne glanced over from where she was rinsing her hands by the sink. “Some clean dish towels, please.”
“You got it, girl,” I called as I turned around and reached for several dish towels from the stack we kept in here on the corner of one of the shelves.
Returning to the kitchen, I set the crackers down and swapped out the towels, tossing the used ones into the laundry bin we kept under one of the cabinets. “Need some help?” I asked as I leaned against the counter and opened the crackers.
I needed something to tide me over for the next few minutes until dinner. I’d meant to eat today, but it never happened because my flying
