CHAPTER 4
“There you are, sweetie.” Gloria leaned in to give Susannah an air hug since her hands were covered in flour.
“Smells good,” Susannah said. “What are you making?”
Gloria was nodding subtly toward Ricky, hoping her daughter would take the hint and acknowledge him as well. That was the problem. Those two had grown up so close together they were just like siblings. Ricky was invisible to Susannah like the vase or photo you pass every single day until you stop noticing it at all.
Gloria had to snap her focus back onto her cooking if she wanted to have these snacks ready for the VBS students, who right now were upstairs screaming as loudly as they could, spurred on no doubt by the opening speaker.
She glanced at the pile of tablecloths she’d brought over from Orchard Grove Bible
