BOOK 6

'Is there anything I can do, Jill?’

She turned around at Eunice’s soft question. Eunice had come into the kitchen, probably anticipating Jill’s desire that everything be just right for her folks and Jill appreciated her thoughtfulness.

‘I think we’re in excellent shape. Since you baked up those pies yesterday, and I’d frozen some casseroles, there really wasn’t much left to do except set the table.’

Which she’d done yesterday, knowing that her parents would arrive about an hour and a half after church today. She knew she’d feel more relaxed if everything was pretty much ready, so putting Holly’s basket in the formal dining room and enlisting Joey’s assistance with laying out the tableware, Jill had been busy. All that was left to do was warm the casseroles as the chicken had been roasting since early this morning.

‘You’ve done a marvelous job.’

Jill smiled at Eunice’s compliment. ‘I like to cook, especially for my parents. I really haven’t had much chance to.’

Peace with her past had