A clang rang out from the kitchen, then a string of curse words.
“Peter,” he warned, his voice stern.
“Sorry,” Peter called, followed by an exaggerated sigh.
“Everything okay in there?”
“Yes, just dropped the big bowl of salad.”
“Yeah, he thought we wanted a tossed salad!” Jimmy said from the kitchen.
Jacob smiled, glad to hear the kid joking. Jimmy had been a mess when he’d arrived at The Promise of Hope Shelter a few weeks ago. It was good to see he’d progressed.
“Just clean it up and get things ready for dinner,” Jacob said and swiveled his head toward Luka.
“Lead the way,” Luka said with a smile that sent a shiver down Jacob’s spine.