CHAPTER 8
A loud knock on the front door startled Layken as they finished the last bite of their meal.
“Better not be Homer Williams,” he muttered under his breath and strode toward the living room. He opened the screen door to find his nearest neighbor standing on the front porch. “Mrs. Grover. What a surprise. How are you?”
“Heard you were back. Also, heard a rumor in town that you got married, so brought some things.” She lifted a heavy basket and peered around him. “Can I meet your bride?”
He relieved her of the load. “Of course. Come on in.” The rotund woman bustled past him. “Mrs. Martin. Oh, Mrs. Martin,” she called out in a singsong voice.
“She’s in the kitchen. You didn’t have to bring us a gift.”
The woman hurried through the living room toward the kitchen. “Oh, it’s nothin
