Chapter Twenty-Three
As Norm studied Jonathan across the dinner table, he thought the boy had not aged a day. If anything, his features were softer. His serious-student frown lines were gone. As he talked, he smiled spontaneously – whether from sheepishness or his own amusement, it was difficult to tell.
“Sure you don’t want some turkey, son?” Norm asked him.
“Um, I’m an, um, vegan now,” he announced, and he smiled.
“Are you serious?” Bobbi asked. “Vegetarian but with no animal products whatever? No eggs? No cheese? She told those angels you liked pizza. Pizza has cheese! What’s up with that?”
“Rober-ta!” Willa said and shot her a frown. She regretted sharing that story now, and she didn’t want anyone to say anything that would stop her son from eventually giving them a full and frank
