He found her sitting on the porch, bundled up in an ancient crocheted afghan from her grandmother. The deep autumn colors had decorated her bed back at Penn State, and he wasn't surprised to find it here and on her.
Jake closed the car door and leaned on the roof. "If you're waiting for your mother, she's busy tearing up the gossip line with Betty at the grocery store. Also, she's buying cabbages so I expect she'll be making cabbage rolls at some point. Better be ready to work the assembly line."
Angela laughed, gripping the coffee mug. "More comfort food. I expect I'm the talk of the town right now. Probably the biggest story to hit here since I got the job in Philly." The momentary burst of cheerfulness shifted into a neutral, almost sad stare. "Great to be so popular."
Jake came up t
