Chapter 2
Sitting around the dinner table an hour or so later, Olivia waited for the perfect time to tell her family about her decision. Her mother’s beef stew had turned out better than she had expected, and the clanking of silverware against bowls was a sign she wasn’t the only one who thought so. She’d brought home a couple of pies from Bishop’s as dessert, and also as a way to make her announcement a little more acceptable—she hoped.
She realized her time was limited when her father sat down his spoon and rubbed his belly with both hands as he arched his back. “Boy, Irene, that sure was good.”
“You think so?” her mother gushed. “I guess watching all those cooking shows is starting to pay off.”
“I don’t care how many of those shows I watch, I still can’t cook worth a darn,” Fiona ch
