The heat in the kitchen itched under Maddy’s skin, but she refused to look over to the long counter where Julia’s mother stood. Annie had gone upstairs to her room, both of her daughters trailing in her angry wake. Maddy had called to her, but none of them had answered.
Sandy Harper had blown through the door next, and she definitely wore blinders over her eyes. Sure, she’d greeted Maddy, embraced her the way high-society people do, with kisses on both cheeks and the word “darling,” and then she’d gone straight into the kitchen.
Panic crept into Maddy’s heartbeat, but she kept it at bay by opening the top oven and taking out the first pan of stuffing. She’d put that in first, as the bread could easily be re-warmed right before the meal. The turkey roasted in the bottom oven, and Maddy ha
