CHAPTER 8
“You’ll have to excuse Grandma Lucy,” Connie said. “She’ll be here in just a minute, I’m sure.”
Elliot had never seen someone bustle around so busily. He was almost dizzy just watching her. After seating him at the dining room table Connie brought over a plate of cinnamon rolls, a jug of lemonade, a tray of fruit, and a bowl of homemade yogurt. “This is straight from our goats. Nothing better for your gut than fresh goat yogurt.”
Elliot took a bite. “That’s good.”
“You think so? Now, some people say it’s too bitter because I don’t do anything other than add a little bit of honey.”
“It’s great. I like it like that.” Elliot wondered if Safe Anchorage was strictly local or if they’d consider supplying the health food store where he shopped in Seattle.
Connie stared down the ha
