Chapter 9
“You are going to make a mighty fine wife, Little Bird,” Etta says as she takes a seat at the dining room table, which is set for Christmas dinner. It’s covered in the feast I have prepared, and I’m not about to lie and say I’m not feeling quite proud of myself. Etta had offered to help, but I told her I wanted to try and do it on my own. I only had to seek her help on two dishes: sweet potatoes and pecan pie. Both were a little tricky, but I think they came out okay.
“Um, thank you, Etta … I guess.” I’d never really thought about being anyone’s wife before. And I certainly hadn’t thought about whether I might be a good wife.
Job walks into the room looking much too good. “Everything looks great,” he says. He is wearing jeans and an untucked white button-up shirt. The sleeves
