Chapter 25
George was sitting cross-legged on the parlor floor, helping Charlie stack the blocks he’d given her for her first birthday. It had been pretty much a coin toss back then whether she would try to eat them or throw them at someone’s head, but now she actually did a good job building houses.
Noelle was in the kitchen with Mrs. Hall. She’d be five in a few weeks, but already she was learning how to cook, which was a good thing, because as much as he loved Mama, the only thing she could do—as she said herself—was burn water.
The front door opened, and Mama and Papa came into the house.
They both looked giddy and starry-eyed, and George ducked his head and grinned. He figured a honeymoon was a good thing he might enjoy himself one day. His thoughts drifted to Bart, and he shook h
