Chapter Seventeen
“Thank you for the meal, Ethel.” Pastor Norman took her hand and smiled warmly.
“Yes, thanks, Ms. Ethel,” the two younger men chorused.
The old woman winked. “No worries. It’s always a pleasure to have you fellas over for a meal. I’ll take any chance I can get to prove that I still know my way around the kitchen.”
Jessica could have sworn she saw a slight blush come over Pastor Norman’s face. She hoped she had only imagined it. He cleared his throat. “We’ll try this again tomorrow, then? Meeting with the rogue witches, I mean.”
“Okay. But don’t forget about me.” Jessica made eye contact with each of them in turn.
“We won’t,” Chad assured her.
“You know what?” Ethel suddenly looked at her granddaughter.
She blinked and hoped her grandmother wasn’t about to abruptly
