Chapter 3
Katherine always cooked a lot of food, her entire family were shapeshifters, after all, and they tended to eat more than average. Now with Phillipe coming over for dinner it looked like Christmas dinner for twelve in her kitchen even though it was the last week of November. She put the finishing touches on the ham, sliced it, and snuck it into the last available spot on the table, which she’d covered with one of the nice table cloths. She surveyed her work: ham, buns, salad, vegetables and pasta in cheese sauce, and meatballs. If she had left overs for work tomorrow, she’d be lucky.
The doorbell rang and she hollered, “Someone grab that,” as she reached for the stack of plates waiting to be set out.
Brigid heard the doorbell too and set her text book aside. She stretched and h
