Gathering of Sisters by Darla Weaver

Author:Darla Weaver [Weaver, Darla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-1-5138-0339-5
Publisher: Herald Press
Published: 2018-01-14T16:00:00+00:00

As we browned the meat, prepped the potatoes, and grated cheese, Mom came indoors from taking out the potato peelings, and she was laughing. “I found a few busy little farmers in the watermelon field behind the house,” she said. It turned out that Matthan, Corey, Wesley, and Makayla had discovered all the miniature watermelons growing in those long rows of plastic that stretched through the field. “They were yanking hard at some of those little watermelons,” Mom said, “but I don’t think they had pulled any off the vines yet.”

We went to peer out the window. “They’re all on the trampoline now,” Emily said.

“Yes, I told them to go jump awhile,” Mom said. “I thought it would be best if they forgot about those little watermelons.”

While the casserole baked we set the long table in the kitchen. I went outside and removed the potted flowers from the porch table again and set it for the children who would have a turn eating outside. I was at the sink filling the pitcher with water when Melody flounced indoors. “Who set the table on the porch?” she demanded. “I wanted to eat at the little table again.”

“Sorry, Melody,” I called, trying not to laugh. “I didn’t know you would disapprove.”

“Surely it doesn’t matter where you eat,” Ida Mae said reasonably. “The food will taste the same.”

“But I wanted to eat out on the grass,” Melody wailed, close to tears.

“You go ahead and take your little table out under the trees,” I said. “I didn’t know that was what you wanted.”

“I’ll help you, Melody,” Carrie offered. She jumped up from the couch where she had been reading a book and ran to the small table that was kept in one corner of the living room. Together she and Melody carried it outside and set it up beneath the maples. They reset it, and I filled their glasses, and peace was restored.

The casserole was delicious. We had a large glass bowl full of horseradish coleslaw to go with our German pizza. Amanda had brought it. “This coleslaw was catered from the well-known Montgomery’s restaurant in Cincinnati,” she said. “Our neighbors had a gathering over the weekend, and they gave us this leftover coleslaw.” She laughed. “I think they didn’t like it either.”

It was certainly different. I made sure I ate my small helping with large bites of potatoes and meat. It helped mask the strong flavor.

“It would be good, if we just liked horseradish,” Mom remarked. Lowell sniffed at the bowl as he passed it on down the table. “Better eat some,” I suggested. “It may be your only chance to eat horseradish coleslaw from Montgomery’s.”

Lowell shook his head. “I think I’ll pass.”

“I ate mine while I was still hungry,” Ida Mae said. “It wasn’t really that bad.”

“Poor Christopher got a big helping and he’s already wishing he hadn’t,” Amanda teased. “I heard him gag when he took his first bite.”

Christopher laughed. “You most certainly did not.”

“That was me,” Emily said. “I didn’t exactly gag, but I did make a funny sound.

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