Hannah glanced up from the garden bench when she heard the sliding door open. Mrs. Stern propped the tray on her hip and sauntered outside with a smile. “Ready for tea, angel?”
Hannah took the mug. After two weeks back at the Sterns’, her palate still hadn’t reacquired the taste for honey with her tea.
“It’s a beautiful day.” Mrs. Stern reached down to pluck a weed and then sat down next to Hannah on the bench. “Maybe you’d like to take a nap in the hammock this afternoon.”
“No.” She hadn’t meant to snap. She offered Mrs. Stern an apologetic half-smile. “I mean, I still get a little chilled outside.”
Mrs. Stern fanned herself with her hand. “Wish I could say the same thing. I’m burning up these days.” She pointed to the Bible on Hannah’s lap. “What are you reading?”
“Isaiah.” She shut
