“She kind of experiments with her baking. “There’s something you need to know about Hank’s cakes before the party.” He reappeared in the kitchen soon after the sound of an engine starting and leaned casually against the door frame. Only a few more acres to go.”Ībby listened to their voices chatting about weather and crops as Tate walked the woman outside. “Got most of mine in the ground last week. “I’ll send one of the boys around later this week to get them. “You want me to deliver those seeds for you or are you going to pick them up?” I’ll spread the news about the party and drop back around Saturday morning to help you get ready.” No telling what the boys are up to without me around. Hank finished the rest of her tea in one long gulp and pushed her chair back. If his reaction was that strong, she was probably going to hate it. She had no idea what a chivaree was, but apparently Tate wasn’t thrilled with the idea. This is gonna be fun.”Ībby glanced at Tate just in time to see the blood drain from his face. “Haven’t had a good chivaree in a long time. Oh, and be sure you set the tables up under those trees out back.” Suddenly she cackled with laughter. Besides, any excuse for a party is a good excuse. We’re gonna show up here Saturday whether you want us to or not. You know folks will expect it, so you might as well get used to the idea. Tate stifled a groan as Abby joined them at the table and she looked at him in question. Hank took a tentative sip of hers, then a longer drink.
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