Chapter 8
Ethan kept looking at the door. He was actually nervous at seeing Jeremiah and his grandfather together. His mother was still not talking to him beyond the short words when orders were placed or were up in the pass-through. He wondered what the talk was because he kept getting those cow-eyed, knowing looks from the older ladies. Coupled with what Madilyn said earlier, it wasn’t going to be good.
He was absolutely sure everyone in town knew when Mrs. McIntire, the retired librarian at the high school, patted his hand and said in that cloying voice of hers, “It’ll be okay in the long run, dear.”
The bell jangled on the front door, and his grandfather waved in his direction before eventually disappearing into the kitchen. Voices were raised, but he was smiling when he settled int
