One Friday night a couple of weeks later, the doorbell rang. Janey was curled up on the couch, the television blaring something she wasn’t watching. Jess was with Matt’s parents, so she got up and went to see who it was.
Mabel Magleby stood on the porch with a huge tray in her hands. Janey lunged forward to take it from her at the same time she said, “Mabel, how good to see you. Come in.” She backed up with the heavy tray, wondering how in the world the older woman had carried it.
“It’s quick bread,” she said as she followed Janey inside and closed the door behind her. “We had a reception at the Mansion for this tech business something or other.” She spoke with disapproval, like technology shouldn’t be developed.
Janey put the tray on the counter in the kitchen and swept the aluminum fo
