Phoebe Armstrong outdid herself, preparing a standing rib roast, with red potatoes, and fresh vegetables from their garden. For dessert, her sister, Ivy, brought out a huge cake for her. After Rose opened her gifts, they gathered in the sitting room, drinking coffee or tea...
Garrett asked. Charles stood, brushing lint from his red waistcoat. He also wore a tan jacket, black string tie, and shiny, black boots. “To the train station to meet my bride,” Charles answered. Garrett stood with hands on h...
He stood off to the side and watched the dancers. The men twirled their female partners around and around. The sound of laughter along with the toe-tapping music was contagious. And then he saw her—Violet Jeffries. She stood by the refreshment table talking to another woman. She had her hair...
“Well, I’m just getting her settled—” “Oh, I don’t mean today, or anything,” Ivy said. “I would like to eventually meet her, and make her feel welcome. I love children. I teach a Sunday School class for five-year-olds.” Jonas jumped at the chance to...
She tried to hide her hurt feelings from Gavin, but he’d already sensed them. “Is something amiss, Violet?” he asked. “No. She sighed. “I just can’t decide if I want the spaghetti or the stew,” she said, as she peeked over at Peggy and Miles’s tabl...