Holly’s concerns focused on her siblings. Tiffany seemed more distant. She’d been staying later and later after school. Holly prayed daily for Tiff. She set the table for dinner. Tiffany should be home soon. The boys had arrived an hour ago. Please, Lord, keep her safe, she prayed in silence. The heavy thud of a door meeting its jambs and the scuffle of approaching boots on the hardwood floor broke the solitude of her kitchen sanctuary. “Where’s Tiff?” Calvin said as he plopped a rabbit on the counter. “Take that outside and prepare it, young man. You know better.” “You’re mean. Momma would have helped me.” “Momma would have tanned your hide for bringing it in here, and you know that. Now take it outside and start preparing it.” The boys knew better than to kill an animal if they weren’t going to eat it. Holly didn’t care for rabbit stew but Calvin loved it.
