She was glad of the change of pace. Perhaps this would call a halt to the images running through her mind’s eye ever since she jerked awake at three AM with a nightmare. “Hey, ready to go?” Vianne looked at her. “Now? Can’t I visit with some of the dolls first?” “We need to get home and put the meat in the oven.” Adeline clipped on Ben’s lead. She straightened to find Vianne scowling at her. “What’s that face for?” “I want to read to the dollies.” Vianne stamped her foot for added emphasis. “I want, doesn’t get.” “That’s what Uncle Nate says all the time.” She folded her arms across her chest, bottom lip sticking out. “Then it must be true.” Adeline looked at the frowning child. This wasn’t a great start. If she didn’t leave now, the meat would either be as tough as old boots or not cooked at all. “Do you know how to make Yorkshire puddings?” “No.” “Want to learn?” Vianne’s face brightened. “Really? I’m not allowed to cook at home.
