Chapter 6
“I’m starvin’!” Jake yelled as soon as we walked through the foyer, and the smell of roasted pork and potatoes filled my nose. He’d been grumbling through preaching about not having eaten since last night, so without hesitation, he headed to the kitchen. Mom hadn’t cooked breakfast because she woke up later than usual, and Jake had decided he’d perish before we could make it back home.
“You stay out of that crock pot, Jacob!” Mom called. “You can snack on some fruit or something till I’m finished with it.”
“I’m going upstairs to change,” I said, heading up while Mom rushed to keep Jake out of the food, and Dad headed to the family room.
As I plodded toward my room, I thought about the music from my jewelry box. I knew I’d heard it, the porcelain couple tiptoeing in their neve
