She took out the baking sheet with the rolls and then hurried forward to kiss Kiley, cutting off access to Gwinnie the traitor. Mom was obviously psychic and knew what Kiley was contemplating. Or maybe she’s simply glad to see you, Kiley told herself, and hugged her mother. “Sorry I’m late.” “It’s okay.” Mom planted a kiss on her cheek. “We’re just glad you’re here.” Kiley wished she could say the same thing. Normally, the smell of roasting turkey set her mouth watering with anticipation, and the sight of her family filled her with joy. Today the smells and sights of the holiday were wasted on her. She forced a smile and gave her sister-in-law a wave and a hi. Poor Tara. She was trying, like Switzerland, to remain neutral. “You’re just in time to help get food on the table,” said Kiley’s aunt, stopping to kiss her before proceeding on to the dining room with the fruit salad. Kiley went to where Grandma stood at the stove and kissed her wrinkled cheek. Grandma studied her carefully.
