The kitchen smelled of fried pie. Carina reached out and grabbed one. Her mother slapped her hand.

“Oh, come on. I just had one.”

“That is your fourth. Move the dishes. And behave for our visitor. Do not be mean.”

“Of course. Trust me. I will be the most angelic sister-in-law ever.”

The doorbell rang. “They must be here. Let’s do this,” her mother said, walking to open it.

Desmond entered with a lady beside him. “Oh my goodness, welcome!” his mother gasped.

“Nice to meet you, Mother. My name is Chloe.” She handed over flowers. “This is for you, Mother.”

“My goodness. You should not have,” his mother said....