Chapter 9
Melinda carried a woven basket with a strawberry rhubarb pie tucked inside as she climbed the steps to Stacey’s front door. This was her first fish fry and she wasn’t sure what exactly to expect. Was it like a normal cookout? She raised her hand to knock when it swung opened.
“Hey Stacey,” Melinda greeted her warmly. She held up the basket. “I brought pie.”
Stacey took the basket from her. “Come in. We’re all out back.”
Melinda glanced at the number of cars parked on the street in front of their house. “I hope I brought a big enough pie.” She chuckled. “I didn’t realize this was going to be a party.”
Stacey glanced back over her shoulder. “Once Will starts inviting people, things tend to grow. But it’s everyone you already know.” She set the basket down on the only open spac
