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Dinner was great. Ginger actually managed to cook for everyone without burning the chalet down and because she was busy with dinner, she didn’t stress as much about what was going on around the table.
Everyone had stayed, either in support of her effort or because they didn’t want to be excluded.
Everyone except the doctor who had chosen to go to the lodge to eat alone. It wasn’t too much that he wanted a night off from their craziness. She was surprised he hadn’t requested more time away from the madness.
The empty, but dirty, plates were still on the table. Cam was banging his spoon on his highchair tray in time with the beat provided by his father, who was at his side as usual.
“Dinner was wonderful, thank you,” Calvin said and other noises of appreciation went around the table.
