Chapter 11
The warm smell of chicken paprikash filled the dining room as the McGuire family gathered around the big oak table that was as much a fixture in Rosemary’s life as the house itself. Her mother Glynis sat at the head of the table, while Isabel and Rosemary were on her right and Celeste and her husband Kevin sat to Glynis’s left, two-year-old Tyler sandwiched safely between them. That evening, he seemed better behaved than usual — probably because Kevin had taken him to the park that afternoon and kept him running around so he’d crash sometime during the meal and could be laid down on the comfy couch in the family room while the rest of them talked.
No one seemed to notice anything of Rosemary’s currently unsettled mental state, and she let out a little inward sigh of relief tha
