Chapter 19
Footsteps rumbled over Nick’s head. What sounded like an entire herd of tiny, and not so tiny feet stampeded from one upstairs room to another, followed by a raised complaint in multiple small voices. “Uncle John!”
The high-pitched squeals reached Nick’s ears even in the main floor kitchen. He winced at a particularly loud crash, waiting for an accompanying scream of pain or outbreak of tears. Hearing nothing but laughter he turned back to the bowl of eggs and lemon juice he was beating by hand to make an avgolemono sauce.
He had tripled the recipe this batch, but still wasn’t sure he’d have enough to feed everyone. John had taken to Nick’s large and boisterous family like he’d been born there, and they returned his enthusiasm with interest. A fact Nick was thankful for at
