Chapter Five
“Did’ya hear, Dr. Grace? It’s fixin’ ta snow!”
Well, Nick could certainly hear the news from where he sat, basking in the sunlight that cascaded through the roof and walls of the sunroom, but he didn’t attempt to move in response. He was warm and full and, for the first time in weeks, nothing ached. He could wait for the weather report to come to him.
Somehow he had been cajoled into coming to the main house for what Grace called a simple hot lunch. He found out, too late, that it was actually the food intended for some kind of celebration tonight in honor of her grandfather’s birthday and Halloween—although she called it something like “Sah-win”.
But after his first bite he couldn’t manage an objection to eating it early. There was some kind of unbelievable squash cassero
