They drank the wine slowly as dinner finished cooking. The girls wandered into the kitchen from time to time to check on them. But in short order they sat down to a substantial dinner of fried chicken, roasted red potatoes, asparagus, and buttermilk biscuits. Mary put Deborah beside her in her high chair, and cut up child-sized portions for her. Becca, on the other hand, peppered Evey with questions throughout the meal, and Mary was happy to see that the beautiful woman had a large supply of patience.
When she pushed her chair back at last, her stomach felt more full than it had in months. “Time to clean up,” she announced, and began to carry plates from the table back into the kitchen.
“How can I help?” Evey asked.
“Thank you, honey,” she said to Rebecca, who had handed her her plate.
