Chapter 17 ~ December 23 Working VacationThe wind was picking up. Leon read the weather forecast out loud as they sat down to breakfast with Leon’s mother, Janice. Nothing fancy, just a typical prairie breakfast: bowls of steaming oatmeal with maple syrup, and a pile of buttered wheat toast alongside a dish of warm, soft-boiled eggs.
“Grandma, this rhubarb jam is amazing,” Sophie said around a mouthful of toast and jam.
“We had a bumper crop this year, so take some home with you,” Janice said, beaming. “I’ve got plenty in the cold room.”
Camelia’s phone buzzed. Byron. She was tempted to let it go to voice mail, but that would just annoy him, so she plastered a smile on her face as she left the table.
“Hey, good morning Byron!” she said, sounding cheerier than she felt.
“Yeah... look,
