Chapter 11
Dinner was delicious, Ryan had to admit. He had never eaten Swedish meatballs before, and gosh, they had taken a long time to make, but they were so good—warm and spicy and filling.
“You want some more?” Barb asked Ryan politely. She was older—probably in her mid-forties, but she doted on Erik like he was her own son.
“Yes, please,” said Ryan, accepting the blue porcelain bowl into his hands. He spooned another half-dozen meatballs onto his plate.
This was not what he had expected—a family meal, around an oval table in a dining room with pink flowered wallpaper, but he liked it all the same. It made him homesick for his own family, and Ryan was glad that he would be headed home soon for Thanksgiving.
“So, Ryan, Erik says you’re studying Ag Science,” said Barb’s husband, Bil
