Grandma Celia had loved the Christmas season and lived for tradition with baking, decorating, hot cocoa instead of morning coffee, and fresh pine boughs to bring the mountain feel into the home. It worried Darby that it was only two days before Christmas and the little yellow house wasn’t decorated. “I’m home,” she called, setting down her luggage in the entry. “Darby!” Her mother hurried down the hall with outstretched arms. “Is everything all right, Mom?” “Oh yes. I just filled my life too full of activity, especially at the church. I’ve avoided a bit of this decorating, but I did start going through Grandma’s room.” Her mother did look better than Darby had seen her in months. “I’m going to get all the food Grandma stored in her room and give it to the church missionary cupboard.” “Food she kept stored?” Darby glanced down the hall.
