Sam’s eyes watered as she nodded to her brother.
He took her in his arms and gave her a hug. “It’s gonna be okay, sis. You’ll see.”
Grateful for his support instead of his nagging or triumph, she took a deep breath and joined the others. Everyone took their seats. Griff fastened his son into a high chair they had brought from home. The little boy was worn out enough to be happy to sit and eat. Lauren sat on one side of him and Griff on the other. She placed a couple of carrots sticks on the tray, and he took them.
Stormy, Verna, and Samantha took turns bringing out platter after casserole after serving dish of food. They knew that feeding the football team was a big job.
The table groaned under the weight of two platters of turkey, carved expertly by Hank Montgomery. Then, there were t
