Chapter 3I dropped the last of the eggs into the boiling water. Once they were done, Alice would set them aside to cool and then refrigerate them; we’d color them after dinner. And an uncooked egg, marked with a wax cross, had been set aside especially for Dad.
As I’d suspected, Alice had a list of last-minute items she needed.
“I don’t know how it happened, but I completely forgot the fish!”
“Not a problem.” I put on my jacket and caught up the keys to the Mustang. “Theo? Alice needs you to help her.”
He gave me a puzzled look. “Yeah.”
“Okay. And Jar, I know you’ve got stuff to do.”
“Uh…yeah. I’ve got stuff I have to do. C’mon, Deety.” He was out of the room before anyone could question him, if anyone intended to question him.
“Marti, Alice wants you to get the Easter baskets ready
