“SOUP? THAT’S AWFULLY nice of you,” said Joan, pushing her thick glasses up her nose and giving Myrtle and Miles a shy smile, stepping aside to let them into her home. “I’m sure the soup will really hit the spot. I was beginning to get tired of the chicken divan that the church ladies were bringing over. What a nice change. I’ll pop this in the fridge and then we can have a little visit. Noah is napping, so it’s the perfect time to talk. Have a seat.”
Joan went off to the kitchen, humming as she went. Yes, people did react to grief in different ways as Hazel had mentioned, but it sure seemed that Cosette’s death had put a spring in her daughter’s step.
Myrtle and Miles glanced around the small den for a place to sit down. Most of the furniture was covered with toys of all types and descr
