In front of me were a spread of baked pies, mugs of frothing hot chocolate, brownies, donuts, waffles, French fries, and club sandwiches.
“Are you guys expecting someone?” I asked, giggling nervously as the entire family sat around me at the dinner table.
“Nonsense!” Mr. Caufield said as he slapped the table good-naturedly. “We didn’t know what you were partial to, so we just went and baked half a dozen things.”
“I heard you gave Brandon a right chase for his money. I said to myself, Jenny, there’s a girl who knows her worth. He was a righteous sorry sight, weeping in his room, all morose and remorseful. He didn’t even go to school,” Jenny said as she clapped my hand.
“Oh, my Lord in heaven, I am going to die of embarrassment,” Brandon groaned.
“I love your son, Mrs. Caufield,” I said
