Amazingly, every one of the dozen children at Sugar ’n‘ Spice was fast asleep. Pulling the door to the room full of cribs partially closed, Miranda tiptoed through the occupied sleeping mats in the main room to the kitchen corner where Jenna was heating her lunch in the microwave. With a practiced hand, she stopped the timer two seconds before it beeped and pulled out the bowl of steaming soup. After retrieving her tuna sandwich from the refrigerator, Miranda dropped onto a chair and spoke in a low voice, “Smells yummy.” “Homemade minestrone. I had an attack of domesticity yesterday afternoon.” “I didn’t have time to cook, but I did get my petunias planted once the thundershower passed.” Jenna set the soup bowl on the table and lowered her bulk onto a chair before eyeing her with a steady blue gaze. “Are you going to explain that bandage on Jackson’s head? Your long story remark along with the mention of your ex promises high entertainment value, and I could use a smile.
