“Okay.” His tone was full of disappointment, but his uncle promised they’d watch Star Wars together in a little bit, and that was enough to cheer him up. Cooper ran out of the room, shouting he’d go find his stuffed Chewbacca.
“Can I help with the dishes?” Isabelle asked as Shirley began to gather up the pie plates.
“Heavens, no, honey. I’ll manage.” She patted Isabelle on the shoulder. “You two kids oughtta go sit on that front porch swing a spell before you head home, dear.”
Isabelle looked at Casey, and he shrugged, as if to say he wasn’t one for ignoring his mother’s advice. So, she stood and slipped her jacket on, and he did the same, resting his hand gently on her upper back as they headed toward the door. Isabelle thanked Mrs. Bryant for the pie once more and was told she was wel
