Chapter Twenty-two
I knocked lightly on the front door and let myself in. I felt odd, as if I were an intruder in my own house. I could hear a football game on the radio in the background. Before I could announce my presence, Jennifer came running in her stocking feet to meet me.
“Mom, I’m so glad you’re here. Wait’ll you see what we’ve been doing.”
She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the backyard. Ted stood next to the outdoor grill squirting drippings from a turkey baster onto the bird. We greeted one another cordially. He closed the grill lid, turned the rotisserie back on, and wiped his hands on an old apron I recognized. Ted never was one for cooking, and I figured the barbecue had been a regular stand-in since I’d left.
“Are we having something else besides barbecued turkey?
