“Mom, what can I do to help?” Casey asked, as she entered the kitchen. Her mother, Sierra, and some of the other women were working to get a feast together for the celebration.
“Can you help me finish chopping these vegetables for the beef stew? I still need to do the carrots and celery,” Alyza said, stepping aside to make room for Casey. Casey went and washed her hands. Then she grabbed a knife from the knife block and moved to stand next to her mother.
“Do you have the peeler for the carrots?” Casey asked.
“They are already peeled just need to be sliced and then dice the celery,” Alyza said, smiling over at her daughter. “So, I hear that it was quite an exciting afternoon.”
“Yeah, it was. It was both exciting and weird in a way. What all did you hear?” Casey asked her mother, wa
