Chapter 2
The scent of deliciousness filled Delaney’s nose when she opened the back door, and she instantly felt her mouth begin to water. Aromas of roasted chicken, carrots, and a medley of other vegetables wafted through the air, and she paused for a minute before hanging up her coat, the wayward apron, and purse, inhaling deeply. While most of the time she tended to think about how much she was helping her grandmother by moving in with her, in moments like this, she remembered that she was also a beneficiary here. No one made chicken soup like Nana Nora Jean.
“That you, Delaney?” her familiar voice called from the adjoining living room.
“Yes, Nana,” she replied, approaching the crockpot, her stomach beginning to rumble.
The shuffling of slippers behind her alerted Delaney that Nana
