She’d need to wash it to get the smoke out. There was no sign of Shani’s van. Ice dropped from the trees on the south side of the house. The day was finally warming. Still, she carefully climbed the steps, not wanting to fall. She yawned as she opened the back door and stepped onto the mud porch, placing the quilt on the top shelf of the cupboard, kicking off her boots, and then taking off her cape. The house was cozy warm, and something smelled good. Really good. Apple strudel. She shuffled into the kitchen, yawning again, as Monika hurried into the room with Trudy. “You’re back,” she said to Eve. “Jah, what are you doing here?” “Helping.” She grinned. “Tim called Gideon . . .” Which meant the bishop knew she’d been at the hospital with Shani. “Thank you,” Eve said to her friend. Trudy gurgled at Eve but seemed content with Monika.
