Chapter 299. Her Hands Full.
JENNIFER
Sunday breakfast for nine people had stopped feeling like an occasion somewhere around month four of it happening every week without fail.
I noticed this on a morning in April while I was cracking eggs. Nine had become the number the way four had once been the number, years ago, when it was just me and Parker and Cameron and Sedona and a smaller kitchen in a different season of our lives.
The number had grown. I hadn't noticed it growing until it had simply arrived at this.
Nick was at the table already, telling Parker something about a bird he and Drew had identified on Friday, using the correct Latin name with the confidence of someone who had checked it twice before deploying it. Parker was listening with the full, unhurried attention he gave t
