Since Bethany’s helping, I go to the porch and help Nathan with the little ones. They’re building a horse ranch with Lincoln Logs. As I help Forrest build a roof on the barn, I overhear Dad and Pastor Henry through the window. Pastor Henry: “Unbelievable how a fall from a stool completely changes things.” Dad: “And by the sounds of it, it’ll be a long time before Mrs. Nuthatch is home.” Pastor Henry: “In all likelihood she may never be. At her age it’s hard enough to have a hip fracture, but add to that a broken arm and a head injury, and you’ve got complications.” Aunt Elizabeth yells from the kitchen, “Come to the table, everyone. Dinner’s ready.” Uncle Henry says grace. “Dear heavenly Father, thank you for this food and for everyone around this table. We ask that you’d be with River’s grandmother. Help us trust you.” Then without warning Forrest grabs a meatball and throws it across the table at Daniel. “Forrest Whippoorwill!” says Aunt Elizabeth.
