If chaos was something, then that dinner was the very definition of it. When everyone had finally settled and begun gently reaching for their plates, Rachel saw it as the perfect moment to make her ridiculous announcement.
Carrying a glass cup, she clinked it continuously until every pair of eyes turned to her. Daniel was the exception—he was furious at yet another interruption.
Couldn't they all see the bandage wrapped around his head? He needed food, not some pointless disturbance, especially from the old cargo. There was a time for everything.
Even with the irritated expression of nearly everyone at the table, Rachel continued until she was absolutely certain she had their full attention.
"Don't worry, the food isn't running away," Grandma Rachel proclaimed while fixing her gaze on Daniel, who was glaring back at her.
