Gloria’s eyes linger on Peter for a few more seconds before landing back to Sarah. “Well, what kind was it?” She scoops up a fork load of greens mixed with potatoes, chewing, and waits.
Luke pats Gloria’s arm, cutting his eyes at her. “Now, Gloria love, please, enough of that. What I want to know is why you two were out in the garden a moment ago. I thought you were done helping your mother with the weeds.” He takes a bite of venison, chewing with determination while looking between the two of them.
Peter and Sarah look at each other, fork tips hovering above their food.
Gloria looks at them, pursing her plump lips. “They were out in the garden?” She arches an eyebrow, glancing towards the kitchen door.
Sarah throws out a hand in the direction of the garden. “I, um, thought I saw somet
