Page 128 of Sing with Me

“Two what?” Rose asked as Diehl seated her.

“Your grandson is complaining about the cheesecake.” Diehl returned to where Skye was and sat down on the other side of her.

“It was delicious, Skye,” Rose said. “Glad you could join us. I would ask you how church was, but I really don’t care.”

Skye smiled. Good thing she and Diehl were only just going out—barely. Imagine what she’d have to put up with if she and Diehl were…

Banish the thought.

Skye drank some water. “Good water.”

“Spring water that Chef Pierre brought himself,” Rose said.

“I’ll have to ask him where it came from.”

Ethan tapped her arm. “Why didn’t you eat dinner with us last night?”

“I had to go home to pack and do some work,” Skye said.

“What kind of work?”

“I have to make sure the chefs are going to be okay next week while I am gone. What kind of work do you do?” Skye asked.

“Well, I try not to get into trouble,” Ethan said.

“That takes a lot of effort, doesn’t it?”

“Sure does.” Ethan’s eyes widened when Chef Pierre and Hans entered the dining room with trays of Alaskan king crab legs and lobster tails.

Skye hadn’t asked what they were serving for lunch, so these were a surprise to her. Her thought immediately went to her pink silk blouse and white pants. Oh no.

All that butter Chef Pierre had drizzled over the lobster tail…

Don’t spill. Don’t stain.

When she didn’t say anything, Diehl touched her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“Uh, yeah… No. I’m going to make a mess,” Skye confessed, pointing to her blouse. “This is the only silk blouse I have.”

“At least she’s honest—unlike some people,” Rose said. “I don’t think it’s very messy. Chef Pierre made sure we can eat the crab legs and lobster without needing a mallet or cracker.”

“I’m sorry, but I know I will make a mess.” Skye smiled. “That’s all right. Don’t worry. I’ll just have salad.”

“It’s my fault,” Diehl said. “I should have warned you to wear something old.”

“It’s mine too. Once again, I forgot to put in spare clothes.”

“I have an idea,” Diehl said. “Just wear a shirt of mine. They’re all washable.”

“There you go,” Rose said.

“Why don’t we say a blessing and then you can go change?” Diehl asked.

“A blessing? When was the last time you prayed over your food, Diehl?” Rose asked.

“Starting now.” Diehl turned to Ethan. “You learned how to pray in Sunday School. How about you thank God for our food?”

“Okay.” Ethan closed his eyes. “Thank You, God, for the lobster and crab that we’re going to eat. Don’t let Skye spill food on her pretty blouse. Bring Elisa home to us. Don’t let Grandma and Grandpa Bishop be mad at her.”

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