chapter 3

You'd be glad to know

I've fixed that table leg

Fashioned a makeshift foot

Out of a couple old tax notices

We can finally be even-keeled at dinner time

It was in the heat of the moment

I'm sorry

I hope Mallory doesn't grow up knocking furniture around too

Thank heavens she's got your gift of words though

And your fear of rain

 Anyway, I've found the perfect poncho for her.

It's one of those all-season jacket things

Apparently, for any weather

 Let's all have dinner together, tonight, shall we?