“What are you two doing?” Henry shook his head as he walked across the yard. His father and his Uncle Dick were rolling an immense wooden spool / reel toward the shop.   The two

Gillian could barely contain herself. Lexi smiled as they went down the steps to the kitchen. Nearly everyone else in the household was busy preparing dinner, but she and Gillian were heading out. “Bye!” Gillian called

Cassidy knocked on Mrs. Agnes’s door before opening it. She stood inside the doorway and called out, “Mrs. Agnes, I’m here!”Agnes came around the corner from the kitchen with a grin on her face. “Look

Henry Sturtz sat at his hand-built table in the kitchen. He’d made it when he was young and his mother, bless her heart, insisted that they use it. He pulled the printouts he’d received from

“Good morning.” Lydia held out a mug of hot coffee. She’d heard Aaron come downstairs. For once, he wasn’t running late. The man had trouble getting moving in the morning and her day had started

“Miss Kitty,” Beryl said to her cat as she flopped onto the living room sofa, “I’m getting too old for this traveling stuff. You might be seeing a lot more of me than you used

“Forty-three, fifty-eight,” Sylvie said, smiling at Pat Carter. She didn’t receive a smile back, it wasn’t in the woman’s personality.   While Mrs. Carter filled out her check, Sylvie finished sacking the groceries. “Would you

“Order!” Lucy called through the window into the kitchen.   Joe grinned at her as he pulled the ticket from the clip. “You’re in a good mood this morning.”   “It’s the coffee,” she replied.