It was early when Maya woke Callie. Maya was on her knees beside her mother on the bed, excitedly bouncing. The day before, they had spent the late afternoon and much of the evening sorting through and looking at the many things that had been purchased. While they worked, Mark, Rosemary, and Maya discussed what Maya thought should be added to the children’s menu at the ski lodge. The plan was for Mark to come by in the morning and join Callie, Rosemary, and Maya in the kitchen to make some of the suggestions Maya had made.
“Come on, Mommy!” Maya said, shaking Callie. “I don’t want to miss anything.”
“You won’t miss anything,” Callie yawned as she rubbed her eyes. “If Mark was here, Grandma would have called and told me. If she didn’t, Mark would have. They want your help because you came
