CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
“I think we should make a Thanksgiving meal,” Chantelle announced later that day, while Roy was taking a nap.
The family was sitting in the garden, soaking up some sunshine and trying to release all the tension the events of the evening had caused.
“While we’re all together,” Chantelle added, squinting against the sun.
Since Papa Roy was confined to his bed, there wasn’t much in the way of sightseeing for the family to do. Staying in and cooking a big meal would be a good way to spend their time together.
“We could go back to that market,” Chantelle said. “Do you think Papa Roy would like that?”
Emily looked at Daniel. He’d been the one who was reticent to move dates forward. She wondered if he’d be more willing after what had happened. And more willing since it wa
