It felt odd to show up at The Misfit Inn with bags of groceries on Monday morning. But Rachel had determined that as much as she could talk numbers and projections, nothing would speak as well for her as her food, so she’d come prepared.
Pru’s sister Kennedy answered the door, her green eyes going wide. “Oh, wow. You’ve got a load. Can I help with any of that?”
“I’ve got it. If you could just direct me to the kitchen?” She technically knew where it was from her prior visits as a guest, but it felt rude to just go on back.
“Sure. Everybody’s already in there. You want coffee?”
“I wouldn’t say no.”
The other three Reynolds sisters sat around the long farmhouse table. They looked up as she came in.
“Rachel! Good morning. What’s all this?” Pru asked.
“Well, if you guys are okay with it,
