Chapter 7
The sun shone brightly through the front window. According to the weather report coming through the radio, this was another of Mother Nature’s tricks. Even the most radiant sunshine couldn’t warm up a day like today.
Still, they were up and dressed early for the farmer’s market—one of the last of the season. The kids didn’t want to wear hats and mitts. The warmth of indoors lulled them into a false sense of security. Ren and Jack insisted. “No hats, no mitts, no farmer’s market.”
As Jack zipped Simon’s coat in the TV nook, Charlotte tore across the foyer. Tossing her mittens to the floor as she ran, she announced her refusal to wear them. Ren was so annoyed by his daughter’s rebellion that, when she reached for the front door, he forgot all about yesterday.
He forgot
