The Measure Of Katie Calloway,: A Novel - Plot & Excerpts
But he swung his axe with the best of us, with a firm and even stroke. “The Greenhorn” —1800s shanty song December 26, 1867 Katie had decided to make cinnamon rolls this morning—great fluffy clouds of them drizzled with vanilla-flavored icing—as a special treat. It would take extra time for the dough to rise, so she needed to get to the kitchen even earlier than usual. She wanted to give everyone a special breakfast this morning. It was the only way she could think of to show how sorry she was for what Harlan had put them all through. Regrettably, things would be awkward between her and Robert from this point on. There was simply no way to get around it. She had lied to him and been humiliated in front of him. She was also, unfortunately, in love with him. All she could do was finish out the year with as much dignity as possible. She entered the darkened kitchen, lit a couple lamps, and began the ritual of stirring up the embers from last night into a blaze that would heat the oven.
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