“Here you go,” she told them, offering the glasses, and then she popped the lid off the tin and extended it.
The couple regarded the contents, and a grin crossed Addie's face. “That looks delicious.”
“Thanks,” Allison replied, though her overwhelmed emotions swirled up in choking profusion. “My daughter and I cooked them yesterday.” And afterwards, we washed the dishes together, and swept the floor, and made the beds… Stop it, Allison. There's no truth to Mrs. Fulton's accusations and you know it, so stop thinking about it. She was just being nasty, trying to prove who's boss. I think she realized today it isn't her. Not in my home.
Leaving the tin on the end table beside her guests, Allison retreated to her usual perch on the rocking chair and tried to force her mind to concentrate on
