Chapter 20
Ivy was grating potatoes in the kitchen, humming along with holiday songs on the radio. She was thinking about past holidays and how this year was so different. The scent of fresh russet potatoes and onions sizzling in oil on the stovetop filled the kitchen, spurring memories of breakfasts at a favorite neighborhood deli and Friday night suppers at a friend’s house in Boston.
Cooking and baking for the holiday season were part of the traditions she wanted to share with her daughters. Misty would be flying in soon, and Sunny had been surprisingly calm this morning. She’d even offered to help grate potatoes, which Ivy appreciated.
Most of the guests were out shopping or having lunch, so the house was fairly quiet. Except for Pixie, who’d been yapping furiously at squirrels gath
