Chapter Twenty-Seven
MAE
That night, I arrived at Madison's house. Madison was hosting a Tex-Mex dinner, declaring that winter in Alaska called for her favorite foods. When I arrived, I was pleased to see Phoebe, Susannah, and Maisie there.
Maisie’s toddler was bouncing on her lap. I smiled over at the little boy. “He’s got your curls.”
“He sure does.” She lightly tugged a brown curl with her fingers, stretching it out and letting it bounce back before he wiggled off her lap. “Don't worry. He won't be here all night. Beck is coming to pick him up. He’s on daddy duty. I told him this was a girls’ only night. He's gonna want some of that food,” she called over to Madison, who was at the stove.
“I'll make him a to-go plate,” Madison called in return.
Madison pulled out a casserole pan o
