CHAPTER 5
“Grandma Lucy, do you want another cinnamon roll?” Connie asked. “I made plenty to get ready for your birthday party.”
It had taken Ruby a few weeks living here to realize that Connie had and always would preside over mealtimes. Ruby’s only job was to eat as much of Connie’s homemade cooking as possible and help Grandma Lucy cut her food if necessary.
“Got the morning news?” Connie’s husband asked, handing her yesterday’s paper with one hand and reaching out for the new one with his other. Ruby had been living here for months and couldn’t remember a single time Connie’s husband had spoken directly to her.
“It’s going to be a special day.” Connie was still standing, which wasn’t in the least unusual. By Ruby’s best approximation, Connie sat down during a meal once or twice a w
